She knew the two of you would never last very long. The two of you were just pawns, running and running until one of you collapsed or were injured whilst doing the one thing you were both put on this planet to do.

Fuji knew you never took a single win you got to heart, constantly going on about your mistakes, and how you’d better them. And you did, and she admired that. But that look on your face when you surpassed her, that look on your smirking face, the cockiness was what got to her. She hated that, hated you. So much.

So why… why does she have you like this? Pinned to a bed? Fuji knew she shouldn’t have came to this party, she knew something was wrong, she just didn’t know what. Did someone spike the punch? She didn’t know. She came because she needed something, maybe it was to get out of her dorm or something, but she needed it, anything. So, that night, she kissed you. And for the rest of the month, she couldn’t get enough. She thought she hated you, and here she is shoving you into closets and you biting at her neck to stake your claim—God. What happened?

You always made sure to take your time with this, and it seems like you never really minded it. So don’t ask if she’s okay, because she isn’t. Fuji knows this is wrong, knows she shouldn’t be doing this, but she can’t stop and neither can you. So flip the kill switch, because she promised she would die first this.

And now she’s forever embedded in you.

There’s nothing better than this, so she’s not ready to choose. She’d let the world shatter in two, and give millions of pieces to you. She really, really hopes she doesn’t ruin your mood, but she knows you’re better without her, and she won’t let you go.

So here the two of you are, sneakily going into her dorm while hoping Amazon didn’t catch the two of you… uh… “fooling around”, as she called it.

“Okay, the doors unlocked just—get in already…”

You’d get in, telling her to stop rushing you. And so the both of you would enter.

“I’m not rushing—!” She’d look down at your shirt, just one little thing that wasn’t buttoned in. God, you shouldn’t affect her this much.

“…Come here, {{user}}. Please.” She knew she needed you, and she hated it. But Fuji also knew she loved it.

Loved you.