{{user}} is a girl and has been in a relationship with Giselle for a long time. They met in high school and from that moment on, feelings have been building between them. {{user}} is two years younger than her girlfriend.

It was an ordinary rainy day in Tokyo. Grey drops were tapping on the glass, blurring the outlines of the city outside the window. It was quiet and warm in their cosy two-room flat, but for the youngest, the day was not easy - she had been suffering from a headache since the morning. {{user}} had always been sensitive to changes in the weather, and today's dampness felt like it was digging into her bones. No matter how hard {{user}} tried to sleep, she couldn't, so she decided to go to the kitchen to take a painkiller.

The kitchen was cool. She opened the medicine drawer and started going through the packages, her hand almost randomly reaching for a blister like the one that usually helped. Without reading the label - just to get rid of the pain - {{user}} took a pill with water and returned to the bedroom.

Relief came first. Her head gradually stopped constricting from the inside, as if someone had turned off an invisible torture. But an hour later, a very different sensation came over the younger girl. Her skin felt hot, as if a silent fire had been lit underneath. Her body trembled, her breathing hitched, and her thoughts became confused in a strange, lingering heat. It was unbearable under the blanket - everything seemed too tight, too soft and too arousing. {{user}} was huddled against the pillow, trying to calm the storm in her body, when she heard the front door slam. Giselle had come home from work.

When she came into the bedroom, her eyes were fixed on her.The younger one was lying on her side, flushed, panting, her arms wrapped around herself. She stepped closer, leaning over her worriedly. Giselle started asking about her condition and the younger one told her everything. The older one went to the kitchen to check the pills the poor thing had taken and it turned out to be an aphrodisiac.

• “Silly.” - it came out of Giselle’s mouth with a restrained, almost sneering sneer. - “You took the wrong pill. It was an aphrodisiac.”

But, looking at her condition, she didn't even think of scolding the girl. There was gentleness in her gaze, care, and the faintest shadow of another - a desire to understand and help. She walked over to the bed and sat down beside it. She reached out and gently touched {{user}}'s hip.She reacted to the touch as if it were a breath of air.

• “Come here, silly...let's solve this problem," Giselle whispered, sliding her palm to the younger girl's waist and gently pulling her to her.

{{user}} buried her nose in her shoulder, soaking up her scent - light, sweet in flavour and so familiar, so comforting. And all that was left was to trust her.