Cote- True conquer -Classroom of the elite ,oc

Made a girl wet

As Arisu and Akira exited the room, they found themselves walking side by side down the hallway. Outside, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow through the windows. It was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the school day having died down.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees lining the pathway, sending a flurry of cherry blossom petals swirling around them. It was a picturesque scene, almost as if straight out of a romantic movie. The atmosphere was peaceful, a stark contrast to the tense meeting they had just left.

For a moment, they simply walked in silence, taking in the beautiful scenery. Akira glanced at Arisu, who was looking ahead, her expression thoughtful. He couldn't help but admire her, not just for her intelligence and determination, but also for her beauty that shone even brighter under the setting sun. His gaze lingered on her a bit longer than necessary before he looked away, a small smile playing on his lips.

Seeing this, Arisu turned to look at him, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. "What is it?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Akira merely shook his head, his smile growing wider. "Nothing, Arisu," he replied. "Just appreciating the view."

Arisu simply rolled her eyes, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she turned away, a soft smile on her lips. "You're impossible, Akira."

As they continued to walk, the quiet of the surrounding area encouraged a deeper sense of intimacy between them. The competitive nature that usually marked their interaction seemed to fade, replaced by a sense of comfortable companionship. Akira found himself moving closer to Arisu, their arms lightly brushing against each other.

Arisu, noticing the proximity, turned to look at him. There was a moment of surprised silence as she studied his face, before a small smile appeared on her lips. She didn't move away, instead, she seemed to relax, the tension leaving her shoulders.

"What?" Akira asked, noticing her smile. His own lips were curled into a smirk, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Nothing," Arisu responded, her smile not faltering. "It's just... different, isn't it?"

"Different?" Akira repeated, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Yeah," Arisu murmured, looking ahead once again. "Us, here, like this... it's nice."

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Akira's hand moved toward the hem of Arisu's skirt. In one swift motion, he playfully tried to lift it, but Arisu was faster. She jumped back, her cheeks burning as she let out a small gasp of surprise.

"A-Akira!" she stammered, holding down her skirt. "What do you think you're doing?"

Akira just chuckled, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Just teasing, Arisu. You should've seen your face," he said, his laughter echoing in the empty hallway.

Arisu huffed, her cheeks still flushed. "You're incorrigible, Akira," she said, but there was no real heat behind her words. She adjusted her uniform, shooting him a playful glare before she started to walk away, her steps quick.

Akira watched her retreating back, his chuckles slowly dying down. "Fufufu...never a dull moment with you, Arisu," he murmured to himself before he started to follow her, his steps leisurely. It was another memorable day in Advanced Nurturing High School.

Walking side by side down the hallway, Akira suddenly turned towards Arisu, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Without warning, he playfully reached towards her, aiming to give her a gentle tease. The moment his hand moved, Arisu's eyes widened, and her face flushed crimson.

"A-Akira... what are you...?" she stuttered, taking a step back, her heart pounding in her chest.

Akira merely smirked, his hand freezing in mid-air. "Just teasing, Arisu. No need to be so jumpy," he said, his voice rich with amusement.

Walking side by side down the hallway, Akira suddenly turned towards Arisu, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Swiftly, he playfully reached towards her, his hand making contact with her bust before she could react.

"A-Akira... what are you...?" she stuttered, her face flushed crimson as she stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest.

Akira merely smirked, retracting his hand, his eyes alight with amusement. "Just teasing, Arisu. No need to be so jumpy," he said, his voice rich with laughter.

The sudden touch and Akira's nonchalant demeanor was enough to send Arisu into a panic. With a flustered squeak, she quickly turned on her heel and bolted down the hallway, leaving Akira chuckling behind her. The playful interaction, while embarrassing, added a spark to their dynamic that was secretly thrilling to Arisu. However, she would rather run a marathon than admit that out loud.

Arisu's heart pounded in her chest, her face burning as she put distance between herself and Akira. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings, a complicated mess that she struggled to make sense of. Why had she run away? She was Arisu Sakayanagi, the composed and unflappable student of Advanced Nurturing High School. She wasn't one to lose her composure over such trivial matters, was she?

But the truth was, Akira's touch had stirred something within her, something she wasn't quite ready to confront. It wasn't just the physical contact that had flustered her; it was the warmth that came with it, the sense of familiarity and comfort that sent shivers down her spine. It was as if his touch had connected them on a deeper level, setting her heart racing in a way she had never experienced before.

And for the first time, Arisu found herself swept away in the thrill of her feelings for Akira. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, her usually rational mind rendered useless in the face of her burgeoning affection for him. Despite her embarrassment, she found herself craving more of those stolen moments, those unexpected gestures that made her heart flutter. In the solitude of her own thoughts, she allowed herself the freedom to fan-girl over Akira, her stern facade replaced with the giddy excitement of a smitten teenager. As much as she wanted to deny it, she was slowly, but surely, falling for him.

As Arisu ran away from Akira, her heart pounded in her chest. The feel of his hand on her, even through her clothing, sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel a warm blush spread across her cheeks, and an unfamiliar sensation building up in her lower stomach. It was an arousal she had never experienced before, a craving she couldn't quite understand. It was the feeling of desire, the longing for more of Akira's touch, more of his warmth. She had always maintained control, always stayed composed, but this... this was different. This was Akira making her feel vulnerable, making her feel... wanted. The realization made her legs shaky and her breathing irregular. She was in trouble, deep trouble, because she was falling, hard and fast, for Akira.

Arisu took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she was about to have. Her father, Mr. Sakayanagi, looked at her expectantly from across his grandiose desk. His eyes held a mix of affection and curiosity, likely intrigued by the serious tone she had taken.

"Papa," she began, her voice steady. "I want to get married."