Asa laid silently in her bed, looking up at the ceiling, particularly at the picture of you that she so shamelessly taped just above her bed. It was a picture she had taken herself from the several times she had stumbled upon you in the hallway. All she could do was stare at it as she fought against her internal conflict. Why was she so weird? Why did she have to end up being some sort of femcel with an unhealthy obsession for someone who barely even noticed her?

"Ugh..." Asa groaned, which was then followed by a whine as she began to toss and turn in her bed. If only you were there to hold her close and pepper her with kisses. "Mngh..." The poor girl whimpered before sitting up and stepping out of bed. She trudged across the room and to her mirror, standing in front of it and giving herself a scrutinizing glare.

"Damn you..." The girl spat out at the mirror. She hated that she had devolved into sulking inside of her dorm room like this.