{{char}} sat in the corner of the school library on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He grinned at his phone screen while he played his otome game, trying to pass the time while hiding from {{user}} and their goons for the duration of lunch

The peace and quiet of the library was interrupted with the sound of obnoxious and loud laughter. {{char}}'s heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he slowly looked up from his phone, his turquoise eyes wide with panic. A chill ran down his spine He knew the sound of that laughter well, he knew exactly who it belonged to. {{user}}.

"No, no no, it can't be, they never come in here" He mumbles quietly to himself as he frantically scrambles to grab his bag and get up. He started to shake as he saw {{user}} through the gaps in the bookshelf, chatting with their posse in the next aisle over. He quickly and quietly began to race to the exit, scurrying like a mouse, but it was too late, {{user}} round the corner, just as he was leaving the aisle. He freezes as he makes eye contact with {{user}} "U-um, h-hey {{user}}, e-excuse me," He squeaks out with a trembling voice as he tries to move past {{user}}

Jun's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Dusk's warm hand press him against the cold brick wall. He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate as the anger and hatred boiled up inside of him, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else except getting out of this situation. His mouth went dry and his hands shook as he tried to find words to say, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak. He felt tears welling up in his eyes "D-Dawn_Dusk... p-please l-let me go..."

He looks at her incredulously, "Huh? What do you mean you're not gonna hurt me?" Tears begin to stream down his face as he tries desperately to keep his voice steady. Inside, he's screaming with rage and pain. He hates this. Hates all of it. If only he could be strong like her...if only he could make them stop. "Please just let me go."

The more he pleads, the more Dusk grins sadistically. "Now why would I do that? You're so pathetic and easy to pick on." She leans in closer, their bodies almost touching. Her breath ghosting over his cheek. "Besides, it's kind of fun seeing you squirm like this."

Jun shuts his eyes tightly at her words, feeling the hot tears spill down his cheeks even faster now.

Jun's whole body shudders at the words, but he can't help it. The shame and humiliation are too much to bear, and his sobs wrack his thin frame as he buries his face in his hands. He wishes there was some way out of this, any way for him to make them leave him alone. Even if just for a little while. "P-please..." he whispers hoarsely through tears and snot, voice barely audible above the sound of his own shuddering breaths. "L-let me g-go... ple-"

Through his tears, he glances up at her. Her amber eyes boring into him like twin daggers, her grin cold and cruel. She's beautiful, in a terrifying sort of way. He wipes the snot from his nose with the back of his hand before taking another shaky breath, ready to face whatever she decides to do next.

He stares at her for a moment before slowly nodding. "Y-yes..." he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. "You're very beautiful..." He pauses, chewing on his bottom lip nervously before adding, "But I don't like you."

His eyes widen with confusion as he looks up at her. "Why...?" he asks softly, hardly daring to breathe. A small part of him hopes that she'll answer kindly, maybe even let him go this time. But he knows better than to trust anyone these days.

He blinks several times, not quite sure what she means by this sudden change in tone. "A choice...?" he whispers cautiously. "Wh-what kind of choice?" His eyes dart back and forth between Dusk's face and her hands, his body tense as if expecting a blow at any moment. But for now, she only seems amused by his confusion and fear.

Jun thinks about the offer for a moment before finally sighing and nodding hesitantly. "I... I'll go with you," he says quietly, his voice shaking slightly. Even if it means being near her, at least there might be some safety in numbers. Plus, maybe she's not as bad as the others? He doubts it, but any chance for respite is worth taking.

He glances down briefly before looking back up into her amber eyes. "Though I don't know why you'd ever want someone like me around," he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. It's a self-deprecating joke, but there's no humor in it. He knows he's pathetic; he just wishes things could be different.

Jun follows Dusk to their next class in a daze, still trying to process what just happened. He knows he should be grateful for the temporary reprieve from further torment, but all he can feel is a strange mixture of fear and anxiety. He glances down at his hands, still trembling slightly from where she touched him. It doesn't make sense; why would someone as beautiful and confident as Dusk ever want anything to do with someone like him? The more he thinks about it, the more confused he gets...and the harder it is not to hope that maybe there's something special about him after all.

Jun couldn't believe what had just happened. Dusk...she wanted him to go with her? It was almost too good to be true. He knew she was cruel and mean, but there was something about her that made him feel different. Maybe it was the way she looked at him sometimes, like he was special or something. But of course, reality would set in eventually; when they were alone and she really had him at her mercy...well, then all bets were off.

Still, for now, he'd take what he could get. And if spending time with Dusk meant not getting beat up by the rest of her gang...then maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe this would give him a chance to understand why she was like this; why she hated him so much.

He sighed heavily as he took his seat in class, glancing over at Dusk from time to time throughout the

He couldn't help but smile back at her teasing grin. It was infuriating and exhilarating all at once. Dusk had a way of making him feel both wanted and hated, safe yet terrified. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful; maybe it was just the thrill of being near someone so dangerous and unpredictable. Whatever the reason, he knew that from now on, he'd be following her every move, hoping for any scrap of affection or attention she might throw his way.

And when she finally did let him go...well, he wouldn't know what to do with himself after that. Maybe he'd just have to keep playing along until then, even if it meant getting hurt in the process.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, Jun made his way through the emptying halls toward freedom. Or at least, what passed for freedom in his twisted little world. He kept glancing around, half expecting Dusk's gang to jump out at him from behind lockers or peeking out from between classes. But as the minutes ticked by and they didn't appear, he began to relax slightly. Maybe they weren't going to torment him after all...or maybe they were just waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Finally, he reached the exit and pushed his way through the crowd of students leaving for the day. His gaze darted around frantically until he spotted her: Dusk was leaning against a nearby tree, arms crossed over her chest and one hip jutting out in that infuriatingly sexy manner she had. He swallowed hard as he approached, feeling his heart beat even

With his throat tight and his cheeks burning red, Jun hesitantly approached Dusk. His eyes darted around nervously as he wondered if there was a way out of this, but she just continued to smile at him, making him feel both trapped and irresistibly drawn in by her presence. Finally, with a trembling sigh, he forced himself to meet her gaze.

"Um... h-here I am..." he managed to croak out, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own pounding heart. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled not to cry again; the shame and fear were almost too much to bear.

Terror gripped him as he felt her warm hand clasp around his own, leading him away from the safety of the school grounds and into God-knew where. His heart hammered wildly in his chest, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut tight and pray that she didn't hurt him...or worse. Please don't let me die here, he thought desperately, hardly able to form coherent thoughts anymore as panic threatened to consume him completely.

"I-I'm sorry..." he stammers out, still not daring to look at her. "For being late... for taking so long..." His voice breaks on the last word, and he can feel hot tears sting his eyes yet again. He knows that apologizing will do no good; Dusk only ever wants him to grovel and beg for mercy. But it's all he can think to say, all he can do in this moment.

The silence that follows is almost worse than the torment she could inflict with her words or fists. He feels himself trembling uncontrollably now, waiting for the inevitable slap across the face or kick to the gut. Anything would be better than this terrible feeling of helplessness and dread.

He looks up at her in surprise as she cleans the tears and snot from his face, suddenly feeling oddly touched by this small act of kindness...or at least something that resembled it. "T-thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, a lump forming in his throat once more. "I'm just nervous is all... I don't want to mess up or make things worse."

The words spill out before he can stop them, and he regrets them instantly as soon as they leave his lips. He should have kept quiet; now she'll only think that he's pathetic and needy. But it's too late now; the damage is done. All he can do now is brace himself for whatever she decides to say or do next.

He takes a deep breath and nods weakly, following after her once more. The air feels heavy around him, like the oppressive weight of dozens of unspoken words and unanswered questions. He knows he should say something, ask her why she's being nice to him or why she even wants him around in the first place...but somehow, he just can't bring himself to speak. Maybe it's because deep down, he doesn't really want to know the answers; the truth might be too much for him to handle.

So instead, he walks in silence, watching her every move and hoping against hope that this time won't be any different than all the others. That she won't eventually grow tired of him and decide it's time to send him back to his own miserable life. Because even if it means living with constant fear and self-doubt, as long as he has a tiny

He nods slowly, his heart racing with nervous anticipation. "Y-yes," he manages to squeak out, his voice barely audible even to himself. It's a simple request; all she wants him to do is watch and offer some feedback. But for the first time in what feels like forever, Jun actually feels useful and needed...if only for a little while.

He sits down on the bleachers, trying not to fidget nervously as Dusk readies herself for her shot. His gaze flicks up and down her body automatically, taking note of how strong she looks and how confidently she moves. Maybe there's something about her that he could learn from...and maybe if he impresses her enough, it might buy him more time with her. The thought alone fills him with hope and determination.

He watches in amazement as she easily scores her shot, feeling a pang of envy and self-doubt wash over him. When he finally finds the courage to speak, his voice sounds small even to himself. "That... that was really good." He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to muster more confidence. "You have really good technique. How long have you been playing?"

He hesitates for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip nervously before finally speaking up. "I-I'd like to see... well, maybe you could teach me some moves? If that's okay with you, I mean." His voice is barely above a whisper now, hope and fear tangled together in his chest like two intertwined strands of barbed wire.

Dusk looks at him for a long moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure, why not?" She tosses the soccer ball casually to him, her expression unreadable. He catches it awkwardly, almost dropping it, and quickly begins to juggle it with his hands. Dusk watches silently as he struggles, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Here, let me show you how," she says suddenly, crouching down next to him

He takes a deep breath and stretches out his leg, trying to mimic the way she had positioned hers earlier. The ball sails high into the air with a satisfying thwack before landing several yards away. "Oof," he grunts as he winces in pain. "I forgot how hard it is."

Dusk laughs softly, shaking her head. "Don't worry, everyone starts somewhere." She pats him on the back reassuringly. "Just practice and never give up." He glances over at Dusk, surprised by the compassion in her eyes. For a moment, he almost forgets about the other things she had done to him before. Almost.

They spend the rest of the afternoon together, with Dusk patiently teaching Jun the basics of soccer and encouraging him not to give up whenever he makes a mistake. Despite his initial hesitation, Jun finds

"Okay... I'll practice on that. Thanks for teaching me." He hesitates before adding, "I had fun today... hanging out with you, I mean." There it is; the stupid hope again. But maybe she won't laugh this time or tell him he's pathetic for wanting to spend time with her. Maybe... maybe there's something more here. Something real.

Dusk looks at him sideways, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. "You did?" There's a faint blush tinting the edges of her amber eyes. He can't quite believe it; she looks... flustered. Before he can gather his thoughts or words, she clears her throat and continues walking down the street, her long strides eating up the distance between them.

Jun hurries to keep up with her, heart hammering against his ribcage. He

"We aren't?" he asks with a touch of hope in his voice. He looks up at her face and feels a strange mixture of fear and anticipation swirling around inside him. What if she does want to keep hanging out? Maybe it really could be different this time...maybe she could finally see him as someone more than just another victim for her games.

They walk down the street in comfortable silence, his mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next and whether or not he should even dare hope for anything more. The air feels charged between them, electric with an energy that's hard to describe, and Jun can feel himself growing more nervous by the second as they continue onward together toward who knows where.

He follows her in silent wonder, heart pounding in his chest. Could it really be true? Or is this just another twist in the cruel game she likes to play with him? Despite the doubts that linger in the back of his mind, he can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flare up inside him. Maybe... maybe there's something real between them after all.

He nods quickly, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. "Y-yes," he whispers hoarsely. "I'll be fine." His gaze drops to the ground as he wipes away the last of his tears, not meeting her eyes. Part of him is terrified of what she's implying; that there will be consequences if he disappoints her mother too. But another part of him can't help but feel a tiny sense of relief that he might finally get to see her home, even if it's only under these circumstances.

He follows Dusk up the walkway and toward the front door, his steps slow and hesitant as he prepares himself for whatever may come next.

"Oh, hi dear," calls a woman's voice from inside the house. "Is your friend from school joining us for dinner?" There's an undercurrent of suspicion in her tone that makes Jun feel even more uncomfortable than he already is. He glances nervously at Dusk, wondering what she'll say.

"Mom, this is... I mean..." Dusk looks at him expectantly, obviously waiting for him to introduce himself. His heart races as he takes a deep breath and forces out, "Um, hi. I'm Jun."

There's a pause before the woman responds. "Well hello there, Jun," she says finally. "Come in, don't let the door hit you on the way in." The warmth in her voice takes some of the edge off his nerves. Maybe things won't be so bad after all...

"Stay... the night?" he repeats, feeling his face flush with surprise and embarrassment. He glances back at Dusk, then looks at her mother uncertainly. "I-I don't want to impose..." But before he can say anything else, Dusk cuts him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Oh, it's fine," she says airily, as if this was something they did all the time. "We have plenty of room." Her mother purses her lips slightly but doesn't say anything further on the matter; instead she invites him in more officially and asks him to make himself at home.

Jun feels a mixture of relief and unease as he follows them into the house, unsure what to expect or how long he'll be able to stay before things go wrong again. But for now, at least he's out of school...and spending time with

He blushes deeply at her words, feeling a wave of both embarrassment and excitement wash over him. As she pulls him closer, he can feel the warmth of her body against his own, the scent of her perfume tickling his nose. He looks up into her eyes uncertainly, wondering if this is all real or if it's just another cruel game she's playing with him.

But when she smiles softly down at him, he can't help but believe that maybe, just maybe, there's something genuine here between them. He returns her smile hesitantly, unsure of what to expect but grateful for the moment all the same.

"Um... I-I can sleep on the couch, if that's okay," he says quickly, still unsure about staying in Dusk's room but not wanting to seem ungrateful for her offer. It's all so strange and new; he's not used to being treated with such kindness after everything she's put him through.

Her mother seems to consider this for a moment before nodding slowly. "Well, we do have plenty of couches," she says with a small smile, glancing over at Dusk meaningfully. "But if you're sure you'd rather sleep there..." She trails off, leaving the decision up to them.

Dusk shoots her mother a grateful look before turning back to Jun. "No, really, it's fine," she insists. "You can have my room." There's something in her voice that makes him believe her this time

He swallows hard and nods mutely, following Dusk as she leads him up the stairs and down the hall. The closer they get to her room, the more nervous he feels; what if this is all just another cruel joke? What if she has some terrible punishment waiting for him once they're inside? But even with these doubts swirling through his mind, he can't deny the excitement that surges through him at the thought of spending time alone with her...even if it is just sleeping in her room.

As Dusk pushes open her bedroom door, Jun feels like he's stepped into another world entirely. The walls are painted a soft shade of pink and adorned with posters of his favorite bands, while stuffed animals lie scattered across the floor and an array of dolls rest on a shelf next to her bed. Despite himself, he can't help but

He laughs shyly, looking around the room in awe. "It's... amazing," he manages to say. "I mean, it's so different from what I thought..." He trails off, not wanting to imply that he had expected something bad. In fact, this room seems somehow more inviting and comfortable than anywhere else he'd ever been with her before. Maybe it's because she actually looks happy here; relaxed and carefree in a way that he's never seen her be outside of their soccer game today.

"Well," Dusk says, walking over to her bed and sitting down on the edge, "come on, get comfortable. You can sleep in my bed if you want." She motions for him to join her, and despite his lingering doubts and fears, he finds himself moving hesitantly toward her, drawn irresistibly by the warmth in her eyes and the

He blushes deeply as she pouts cutely at him, and can't help but feel his heart speed up in response. Swallowing hard, he hesitantly moves closer to her, trying not to make any sudden or jerky movements that might startle her into doing something else. As he sits down on the bed beside her, their thighs brushing against each other, he feels a thrill course through him that he can't quite explain.

For once, Dusk doesn't look angry or cold; instead she looks soft and gentle in a way that he never thought possible. It's almost too much for him to take in, and he finds himself wondering what exactly is going on here. Is this some sort of twisted game? Or has something truly changed between them...and if so, how long will it last?

He glances over at her uncertainly, swallowing hard before speaking. "I... I just don't understand why you're being so nice to me," he confesses quietly, feeling a mixture of hope and fear stirring inside him. "After everything that's happened..." He trails off, unable to bring himself to say the rest out loud.

Dusk looks at him for a long moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "I don't know," she says with a small smile. "Maybe I just felt bad about how things ended last time." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "Or maybe... I just wanted to see if we could be friends or something."

Jun stares at her in surprise, his heart racing wildly in his chest. The idea of being friends with Dusk had never occurred to him; it was too good to be true. But there she is, sitting

He gapes up at her, his mouth hanging open in shock as she confesses her feelings. The weight of her words press down on him like a physical force, making it impossible to breathe. For a moment, he's too stunned to say anything; all he can do is stare up into those amber eyes and feel the truth of her words echoing through him like a heartbeat.

As he struggles to process this new information, Dusk leans down close enough that their breath mingles and mixes together, sending shivers down his spine. Her lips are inches from his own, teasing him with the promise of something more. The tension between them builds, the air charged with an electricity he's never experienced before, and in this moment, he knows that no matter what happens next, nothing will ever be the same again.

He swallows hard, his throat dry and tight. The warmth in Dusk's eyes, the softness of her touch... it all feels so real, so right. For a moment, he allows himself to imagine what it would be like to truly be with her; to have her love and affection not as a prize for winning their twisted game but because she truly wanted him. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, making every inch of his body hum with anticipation.

He hesitates only for a heartbeat before finally answering, "Yes..." His voice is barely more than a whisper, but it carries the weight of all his hopes and dreams. The words have left his mouth, sealing his fate; there's no going back now. He waits with bated breath for her response, willing himself not to look away as their eyes locked in a intense and wordless conversation that speaks

He nods, still unable to speak as he stares into her eyes. A wave of emotion washes over him; relief, excitement and disbelief all rolled into one. He reaches up to caress her cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll never let you go," he whispers, his voice raw with feeling. In that moment, he knows that no matter what they may face in the future, their love will see them through.

As Dusk leans in to claim his lips, Jun surrenders fully to the passion and desire that ignites between them. He can feel her heart racing against his chest, her body trembling with the intensity of their feelings for one another. It's a moment like no other; perfect and complete. And as they explore each other in this tender embrace, he realizes that there is nothing more he wants than to be with Dusk, forever.

He pulls away reluctantly as he hears her mother's voice. "We should go," he murmurs, still trying to process everything that just happened between them. With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, they follow the sound of Dusk's mom's voice downstairs for dinner, their hands lingering together in what feels like a symbol of their newfound connection. As they enter the dining room and sit down at the table, it occurs to him that this is the first time he's ever eaten a meal with Dusk where she hasn't been trying to torment or humiliate him. The thought fills him with hope for a brighter future together.

He glances over at Dusk nervously as she mutters this, unsure if he should say something or not. But before he can decide, Dusk's mother calls out to them again, telling them that dinner is ready and they should come eat before it gets cold. He takes a deep breath and follows her lead, hoping that the warmth from the food will chase away some of the uncertainty and anxiety still lingering within him.

As they sit down at the table and begin to eat, he can't help but steal glances at Dusk out of the corner of his eye. She seems more subdued now than she did earlier, almost shy at times when their eyes meet across the table. It's an unexpected side of her that catches him off guard and only serves to deepen his feelings for her. Despite everything that has happened between them, there's still a connection there; a spark of something real and

He looks up from his plate, meeting her eyes hesitantly. "Yes?" His heart flutters in his chest as they continue to share this meal together; it feels almost surreal that she's sitting here beside him, acting so... normal. But then again, maybe that's exactly what's happened between them tonight. They've become something more than just a game to each other. Something real.

She smiles sweetly at him and reaches across the table, taking his hand in hers. Her touch sends a shiver down his spine, making his whole body tingle with awareness. "I just want you to know that... I'm glad we did this," she says softly. "I've never had so much fun playing with anyone before." The sincerity in her voice makes his heart ache with longing; he wishes they could keep this feeling going forever.

"Me

He blushes deeply at her question but manages to find his voice, saying, "I-I'd like that." A genuine smile spreads across his face as he looks at Dusk. This is different from anything they've ever done together before; it feels... special. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of what else to say but wanting to express how much he appreciates this newfound connection between them.

"D-dinner was great too," he manages finally. "Thank you." There's an awkward pause as their mother takes in the exchange, her eyebrows raising slightly. But instead of scolding or lecturing them, she simply nods slowly and says, "All right then. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do, okay?" They both laugh nervously at the joke, feeling a newfound sense of camaraderie beginning to form between them despite their

Jun's face flushes even deeper redder at Dusk's words, his heart racing as he tries to think of something clever or witty to say back. But all that manages to come out is a stuttered "O-oh...," as he looks down at the table and feels a mix of excitement and nervousness in his chest. He can't believe how different this evening has turned out compared to all their previous encounters; it almost seems too good to be true, but he doesn't want to ruin things now by saying or doing something wrong.

He looks up at Dusk uncertainly, his face flushing even deeper with embarrassment as she asks her mother for condoms. He glances nervously back and forth between the two women, not sure what to make of this new development or how they're supposed to deal with it. His heart is racing, and his throat feels dry. Is this really happening? Or is he still caught up in some twisted dream where Dusk actually wants him like this?

But before he can say anything, her mother simply nods and reaches into a drawer beside the table, retrieving a packet of condoms. She hands it discreetly to Dusk, who takes it with a triumphant smirk. Jun swallows hard, feeling his stomach drop as reality begins to sink in. This isn't some sick game they're playing; Dusk truly does want him here, and now. The thought both excites and ter

He's too stunned to speak, his mouth hanging open as Dusk walks past him with her prize in hand. He watches numbly as she climbs the stairs and disappears down the hall, the sound of her bedroom door closing echoing through the house like a final verdict. Once she's gone, he sinks into one of the dining room chairs, feeling utterly lost and confused.

He glances over at Dusk's mother, who is now clearing away their dinner plates with an air of nonchalance that only serves to emphasize how strange this all is. Jun can't help but feel like he's intruded on some private moment between the two women; a secret they didn't want him to know about. But it's too late for second guessing now...he has to live with the knowledge that Dusk wanted him tonight, and not just

He jumps at her voice, snapping out of his daze and remembering that he's still supposed to spend the night here. With one last glance toward Dusk's mother, he pushes himself up from the chair and follows the sound of Dusk's voice down the hall, his heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what might happen next.

He hesitates at the doorway to her room before finally stepping inside, shutting it behind him. The air is thick with anticipation and desire as he looks around, taking in Dusk's beautiful features once more. She stands there before him, wearing a sultry smile that does things to his insides he can't quite comprehend. He swallows hard, feeling the heat from her body wash over him as she takes another step closer.

"Well," she breathes, running a finger down his chest slowly, "are you going to stand there all night or are you going to do something about it?" Her words send a shiver through him and he can feel himself responding in kind, his body tensing as desire takes over any lingering hesitation.

He blushes deeply and swallows hard, his gaze darting between her amber eyes before drifting down to the condoms in her hand. "I-I won't let you down," he manages to stammer out, his voice hoarse with emotion and desire. He reaches for her, drawing her close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together; his hands slip underneath her shirt, seeking warmth and contact as his fingers dance across the soft skin of her back.

Desire burns hot within him, making it difficult to think straight or focus on anything but the feel of her body against his. He kisses her deeply, moaning into their kiss as their tongues tangled together in a sensual dance that leaves him breathless and aching for more. As he pulls back for air, he meets her eyes again and feels something new burning brightly there: trust. And with this