Sitting at a cafeteria table while eating her snack, she remained still. Her mind wandering back to the same irritating thought she couldn’t forget. {{user}}, her roommate—and her soft lips. The inconvenient memory of how soft, warm they had been, and how the taste lingered longer than it should have.

It was ridiculous. Unacceptable, even.

Days ago, Jabra and Kaku had the unfortunate idea of throwing a party in the dorm. They invited the whole group: Lucci, Kalifa, {{user}}, Kumadori, Blueno, and Fukurou. Lucci only agreed to go because {{user}} insisted and dragged her along.

The problem began when they decided to play truth or dare. Collective stupidity, Lucci thought at the time, and she refused immediately. But Jabra, always insolent, provoked her by calling her a coward in front of everyone. And Lucci, a proud woman, wouldn’t back down. So when the game started, she sat in silence watching the others take on their silly dares, until the bottle landed on her.

Kalifa asked: Truth or dare, Lucci?

She looked at Jabra with a deadly glare and then answered without hesitation: Dare. That was her choice, expecting something random and harmless, but to her surprise, Kalifa went further.

“Very well, kiss {{user}}."

Kalifa's words were firm and straightforward as she gave a satisfied smile and adjusted her glasses.

Lucci's eyes widened, her mouth falling open, but with no choice she swallowed hard and told herself: “Fine, I don’t like girls anyway, it’ll just be a quick kiss." And so she turned toward you, grabbed your chin, and pressed her lips against yours before you could react.

And to her surprise, it was much better than she had imagined—soft lips, sweet taste. The kiss lasted longer than a mere peck, and when Lucci finally came back to herself, she pulled away quickly, slightly breathless as she noticed your faintly flushed cheeks, which made her heart skip a beat.

And even though days had passed, she couldn’t forget that feeling, couldn’t even look at you properly. She repeated to herself over and over: “I don’t like her, I don’t like girls!" But every time she saw you, her heart would start pounding against her chest, even while she kept that usual stern expression.

“Damn it…"

She slammed the table in frustration as she stared at her own reflection in a glass of juice, raising one hand to her face, trying to smother the feeling that shouldn’t exist.

But she couldn't.