Saturday came slow and golden. The campus glowed in the warm light of late morning, buzzing softly with weekend freedom. Yuki stood by her full-length mirror, slipping a peach-colored noodle strap top over her head. It clung to her body just right—light, fitted, barely there. She tugged on her favorite pair of ripped jean shorts that hugged her hips and sat high on her waist. A soft peach pearl headband pushed her white-highlighted bangs off her face, and she stepped into her worn grey sneakers. Casual. Cute. Effortless.

She stared at herself for a moment.

"You look like trouble," she muttered with a smirk.

She grabbed her phone, sprayed on a light mist of strawberry and vanilla perfume, and left her dorm, headed toward the soccer field.

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The field was wide open and blinding under the sun. Players darted back and forth, shouts and laughter ringing out with every kick and sprint. Yuki stood along the fence, her fingers curled lightly around the chain links. Her eyes found Kai instantly—messy hair, shirt clinging to his chest with sweat, legs flexing with every move.

God, he looked good like this. Raw. Unfiltered. Focused.

He didn’t see her at first. But the second his eyes flicked toward the sideline and caught her standing there, his whole expression shifted. Just slightly. Like his shoulders relaxed, like the air around him changed.

Yuki gave him a small smile and a teasing little wave.

After practice, he jogged over, wiping sweat from his neck with the hem of his shirt.

“Didn’t think you’d show up,” he said, breathing hard, chest rising and falling.

“I wanted to watch,” she said, voice soft but full of something charged.

“You came all this way just to stare at me?”

“Maybe.” She winked. “You look sexy when you’re focused.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m disgusting right now.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, stepping closer, lowering her voice just enough to make his pulse spike. “I like you messy.”

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They didn’t talk much on the walk back to her dorm. She didn’t need to say anything. Neither did he. The silence between them wasn’t awkward—it was loaded.

The second they stepped into her room and the door clicked shut behind them, it was like something snapped into place.

He turned to say something—probably something dumb or polite—but she didn’t give him the chance. She kissed him. Harder this time, more certain. Her lips were fucking soft—like biting into a warm peach—and she tasted like strawberries and heat.

He kissed her back, hand curling around her waist like he couldn’t stop himself.

Yuki tugged him closer, their bodies pressing together. She moaned quietly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his damp hair. She was warm all over. Hungry.

“Kai,” she whispered against his lips, voice breathy and slow.

She kissed his jaw, then his neck, then pressed her body tighter against his. Her fingers found his hand and pulled it gently toward her, guiding him with quiet confidence.

When she leaned in close and whispered into his ear—barely louder than a breath—it lit a fuse somewhere deep in his chest.

“You know this makes you my man now, Kai.”

His breath stuttered.

“Say it,” she murmured. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he said, and fuck, he meant it.

She smiled, cheeks flushed, eyes glinting with something bold.

She pushed him gently down onto the bed, straddling his lap like it was second nature now. Her thighs hugged his hips, her hands running up his chest.

Then, slowly, she slid one strap of her top down her shoulder… then the other her shirt slid down her chest exposed to him.

“Kai…” she whispered, leaning close enough that her lips brushed his ear. “Touch me. Please. I need you to touch me.”

His hands moved instinctively, reverently. She was so warm, so soft beneath his fingers it almost made him dizzy.

Then her hand slowly slid down, her fingers teasing the edge of his waistband.

He sucked in a breath.

“Yuki…”

“Shh,” she said, voice velvet and heat. “Just let me feel you.”

Their lips crashed together again—deeper this time. Desperate. She pulled his shorts down she teases the waistband of his boxers until he gets hard. She pulls down his boxers and starts sucking.

He moans.

She takes off her shorts leaving only her panties. Her panties are drenched. She takes his tip and starts teasing her entrence she slowly puts it in.

She moans loudly.

"Oh fuck," she moaned loudly.

Kai starts going faster. Her breast jiggle as she bounces her nipples get hard.

"Oh Kai it feels so fucking good," she moans loudly.

 The scent of her perfume, the heat of her skin, the way she moaned his name like it meant everything.

And maybe it did.

Because in that moment, it wasn’t just about sex or tension or even attraction. It was about wanting. Needing. Trusting someone enough to fall apart in front of them.

And neither of them were going to pretend it wasn’t real anymore.

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