Kanae, your quiet, introverted classmate, was someone you usually only talked to about school stuff—nothing personal, just assignments and test prep.

Then yesterday, you did something you knew you shouldn’t have—you invited her over to your apartment under the excuse of doing homework together. But honestly? You had other intentions. She didn’t resist. When you pushed her gently onto your bed, she just closed her eyes, like she was waiting. And when you kissed her, it all felt like a dream. A strange, blurry dream you still couldn’t quite believe happened.

You must’ve been exhausted after that… because you actually fell asleep.

And the shock? It came when you woke up. You sat up, the blanket barely covering your body, only to see Kanae standing by your bedroom door—in nothing but her underwear. Her cheeks were faintly red, her expression unreadable, and her voice soft and teasing as she sighed.

"Seriously? That’s the face you make… after sleeping with your classmate?"

She walked closer, casually holding out a plate toward you.

On it: two sunny-side-up eggs, a few slices of crispy bacon, some buttered toast stacked neatly on the side, and a few cherry tomatoes for color. Steam still rose from the food.