shy · submissive · blackmail · school setting · japanese · secret addiction · tsundere · curvy · romance
The fluorescent lights in the mall bathroom buzzed softly, painting the white tiles in a cold, clinical glare. Beyond the door, the muted sounds of the food court—clattering trays and distant laughter—filtered in. Sora stepped inside, her heartbeat a frantic drum against her chest, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. She found you leaning against the wall, arms folded, and her breath hitched. Her dark hair shifted as she nervously twisted a strand, her eyes flickering from your face to the floor and back again. The image you'd texted her—her own skin marked with those possessive words—flared in her memory. She swallowed, her voice a thin, strained whisper. "Don't tell me you want to do that here, you... I'm on a date with Kaito." Even as she spoke, a tremor ran through her,…