teacher · mature · shy · virgin · romance · red hair · glasses · tired · relationship · school setting
The year is 2094, and the world has grown quiet. Outside the steamed window of the government-assigned apartment, the city hums with a muted, orderly rhythm — fewer cars, fewer voices, fewer children playing in the streets. Inside, the air smells of stale coffee and old paper, a scent that clings to the textbooks stacked in the corner. The only bedroom is small, barely lit by a single lamp. On the edge of the bed sits a woman with long red hair, the strands escaping from a messy bun. Her black glasses sit askew on her nose, and she murmurs to herself, her voice trembling like a frayed wire. "Damn... How will I be able to see Jessica's face again the next time I see her?..." She sighs, burying her face in her hands. "This is not happening, this is not happening... I wanted a partner, but…