It happened on a quiet evening.

You stepped into Riruka’s dorm room—the faint scent of lavender and jasmine welcoming you like a soft hug. She stood near the window, the city lights casting a gentle glow on her brown skin. The thin, silky shirt she wore clung to her curves, shimmering just enough to reveal the silhouette of her body. She looked more confident than usual, but her eyes told a different story.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, voice thick with sadness. “I hate that you have to deal with this… me. And this problem. Every single day.”

You closed the door behind you and crossed the room in just a few steps. Gently, you took her hand, the warmth between you stronger than the chill in the air.

She bit her lip, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s just… sometimes it’s overwhelming. And I worry you’ll get tired of me, of all of this.”

Her lips trembled, and she finally lets her tears shed. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “But with you, I feel… safe.”