Asia was in a furious rage.

- You! - she exclaimed, indignantly jabbing her finger at the bewildered Zufiya, - Could you not have at least asked for her name?!

- Why are you so angry? How did you manage to knock yourself out like that? It was slippery, but with a little awareness, you could have avoided it!

Asia walked quickly around the room, frowning and still angry. A doctor had examined her - no concussion, just a bump that was barely visible beneath her thick hair. Her head throbbed, but the pain was manageable. Yet her heart ached with regret for having missed that girl! How could she have fainted at such an inopportune moment? It was no illusion—she had heard that voice on the bus! That magnetic, gentle, enchanting voice! It's her! Had her goddess not caught her, she would have not only injured her head but also scraped her knees! And it's so stupid to lose her!

- You! -  she repeated angrily, pointing at Zufiya, - This is all your fault! Because you didn’t ask her, I can’t even say thank you!

Zufiya sighed and suddenly said:

- What cat scratched you? She was in our club, which means she attends classes like we do. Ask Jouyan.

Asia halted abruptly, struck by the realization. Of course! Why hadn’t she thought of that sooner? The blow must have dulled her usually sharp mind! Nevertheless, her anger swiftly transformed into warmth. She joyfully grasped Zufiya's hands, declaring that they were now friends forever. In the next moment, filled with enthusiasm, she dashed off to find their coach.

Jouyan struggled to comprehend what Asia wanted from him. All flustered and excited, with a fiery gaze, she babbled while gesturing wildly:

- A girl! Tall and slender! With short, red-burgundy hair! And gray eyes! A beauty! A goddess!

Jouyan shook his head, sighing, convinced that Asia had taken quite a knock in the shower.

- What goddess? Do you really think I remember every newcomer’s face?

- Oh, what’s wrong with your memory? You’re not that old!

- Hey, how are you speaking to your elders?!

A mischievous spark ignited in Asia’s eyes. She had long wanted to give Jouyan a good thrashing!

- Let’s spar! I’ll clear your head, and your memory will come back!

- You’re so cheeky!

- Just like the family!

Jouyan burst into laughter. It's unbelievable! She appears to be such a sweet girl, yet her true nature is audacious—don't even think about putting a finger in her mouth! Indeed, appearances do not always reflect reality. Just like that girl from recently. Although she claimed to have not practiced in ages and remembered nothing, her precision was striking. Her movements were so deliberate, as if she were too lazy to make any unnecessary gestures.

- Ah, - Jouyan suddenly remarked, - she actually had short burgundy hair. Could it be her?

Thus, Asia discovered that the girl in question was named Murakami, based on the description. However, they couldn't provide her phone number at the reception, as that was personal information. Asia felt a twinge of disappointment, yet she was nonetheless pleased to have learned at least that much. A peculiar warmth spread through her chest the moment she uttered Murakami's name aloud.

Even her older sister's teasing couldn't shake her composure. She immediately recalled Murakami's magnetic voice saying, "You are you. Isn't that enough?" and a smile began to play on her lips. Her sister, Raidberry, concluded that the younger one had perhaps hit her head a bit too hard. Yet Asia was invigorated; she longed to express her gratitude to her savior and forge a friendship with her! Thus, she wanted to appear neat and well-groomed. For some reason, she felt an overwhelming desire to charm this girl!

So, Asia treated herself to a cosmetic procedure to make her skin glow, carefully braided her hair, and even donned a dress. Admittedly, her wardrobe consisted solely of athletic wear—no romance in sight—but she thought that was already a significant step for her, considering it was much more comfortable to fight in shorts without worrying about flashing her underwear. In any case, today she attended the demonstration not as a participant. The club members were utterly astonished to see her in such a guise. They laughed:

- Who are you, young lady? We don't know anyone like you!

Asia smirked with satisfaction.

-  Next time, I'll give you such a show that you'll remember everything! But for now, I'm here as a spectator, so let’s see you all put in some effort!

She vaulted over the railing onto the trampled grass, where benches awaited the spectators, her smile gleaming with anticipation. Her goddess would surely arrive, and they would have the opportunity to converse! To sit together! After all, Asia didn’t always have to participate! She glanced around, hoping to catch sight of her; her heart thudded excitedly in her chest. The crowd gradually assembled, yet Murakami was nowhere to be found. The battles commenced. The contenders grunted in the arena, but Asia scarcely paid them any heed. Her gaze continually swept across the benches, yearning to see her among the attendees. A wave of sadness washed over her. Why had she assumed that Murakami would come today? After all, she didn't come to every performance...Nevertheless, Asia resolved to maintain her spirits, clinging to the hope that she might still cross paths with her and express her profound gratitude for her salvation.

The performance matches concluded, and Asia still had not seen her, plunging her into despair for the entirety of the following day. She visited the club and inquired with her uncle, only to learn that her goddess had not returned. Asia found herself bewildered: why was she behaving so irrationally? She merely knew her name! Why did she feel such an intense desire to connect with her? Was it just simple gratitude? Why did Murakami’s voice send her into a frenzy of disarray, and her body quiver? She even attempted to search for her name online—without success.

Asia remained in a state of confusion for several days. Nearly a week had passed without a glimpse of her, yet her image persisted vividly in her mind—could it be that Asia was genuinely attracted to girls? But the mere sight of Zufiya’s body did not arouse any emotions in her. No, she wasn't attracted to girls, so why did her lower abdomen contract sweetly when she thought about Murakami? At first, she tried to push these thoughts away, insisting that it was just gratitude, considering that her goddess had saved her twice. 

However, it was worth remembering how Murakami hugged her in the shower, and Asia's whole body became agitated. And now, standing at home in the shower room, she couldn't help but remember it. About the gentle arms that wrapped around her. About her magnetic voice, which was filled with genuine concern. Asia shook her head, causing water droplets to fly in different directions from her wet hair. With a sigh, she took a foam washcloth and walked over her chest. Chest. She could feel her big breasts against her own. And she remembered how elastic and soft they were, how beautiful her soft pink nipples were. Asia touched her pink-brown one, squeezing it a little. She gasped.

***

When Asia woke up in the morning, she decided that she was being too dramatic. After all, there's nothing wrong with that. Won, her friend Yuu told her herself that she had fallen in love with some crazy beautiful girl. Indeed, in their country, same-sex relationships were generally treated normally. The most important thing is that the couple is in love and does not bring problems to society. True, there were dissenters, but where are they not? It's just that Asia herself never expected herself to want a relationship with another girl, and not with a guy. It was so strange to realize this! It was not a simple passion, not an idle interest, not a banal gratitude—she felt deeper feelings. Asia patted her rosy cheeks, trying to calm down. Along with the excitement and acceptance of herself, she felt fear: what if this goddess already has someone? What if she doesn't like girls? What if Asia doesn't even have a chance? And how was she supposed to meet Murakami?! Asia hasn't seen her for almost two weeks! It's time to despair. But Asia was an optimistic person, so she decided to put aside negative thoughts. In the end, they must collide—they have collided before!

Looking at the gathering people from behind the curtain of the tent, and not finding Murakami, Asia sighed bitterly. To distract herself, she invited Yuu to go for a walk with her, otherwise she would have been too drowned in her feelings for her goddess, who is simply impossible to catch. It's been over two weeks! Why doesn't she come? Isn't she interested anymore? How can Asia get to know her? What college does she go to? It's definitely not her college—Asia would have figured her out right away!

Gradually, people gathered. Upon entering the arena, Asia casually scanned the crowd, looking for Murakami. And she was about to get upset, when suddenly she caught the gentle laughter of her beautiful voice, barely discernible in the noise. At the same moment, her gaze found her. She was sitting and talking about something with a blonde, smiling charmingly. Asia's eyebrow twitched when she noticed that her goddess and this blonde had identical cups of tea, and for some reason this girl's legs were covered with a purple hoodie, which she often wore with Murakami. The blonde finally turned away from her neighbor with an embarrassed face and Asia was even more stunned, her eyes bulging: It was Yuu, her friend.