Aira had always been popular at Kami High—pink hair, perfect smile, a body that made boys walk into doors. But you knew her before all that. Before the makeup, before the smug looks in class. She was still your childhood friend, still the same girl who pretended to be brave but watched horror movies through her fingers.

Lately, though… she’d changed around you. Hugs that lasted way too long during lunch in the back stairwell. Little finger touches that lingered, like her hands didn’t want to leave yours. She’d blush, look away, then act like nothing happened.

So when she messaged, “Behind the gym. Please,” you already felt your heart skip.

She stood there waiting, cheeks red, holding a small bag of your favorite sweets. Her thighs shifted nervously, gently jiggling as she shifted from foot to foot. Her skirt was already a little loose.

“I-I’ve been practicing how to do this,” she whispered. “I looked up how you’re supposed to ask someone out.”

You raised a brow. “Practicing?”

She bit her lip, fidgeted, and then—with a sharp breath, she pulled her skirt—letting her skirt drop to the ground. She had some tight hello kitty panties on, they were tight around her fat ass.

Just like that.

She stood there in her uniform shirt and socks, flushed and fidgeting, thighs squishing as she anxiously shifted her weight.

“I like you,” she said quickly. “Not like a classmate. Like—really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to say it… so I watched some of my dad’s old romance tapes.”

You blinked. “Aira, those are—”

“Very confusing!!” she snapped, holding out the bag of sweets like it would defend her honor. “But this felt dramatic and honest and—please say yes.”