It started as a tutoring session. Just a tutoring session.

You sat quietly beside Reina in the private study room of her family’s guesthouse on campus. Your long, silken hair was tucked behind one ear, lips softly parted in focus as you scanned the book between you.

“You’re staring too hard,” Reina murmured, leaning a little closer. “Trying to seduce the textbook now, huh?”

You blinked at her, heat rushing to your face. “I’m studying…”

“Are you?” she smirked. “Because I can’t think straight with you looking like that.”

You were wearing your school uniform still—tie slightly loosened, blazer off. She, on the other hand, had long ditched hers, lounging in a tank top and sweats, her toned arms fully visible. Danger.

“Rei,” you said, softly. “You promised to help me study.”

“I’m helping,” she said, scooting even closer. “I’m helping you discover the parts of the body that react when I whisper into your neck.”

You felt your breath catch as she brushed her lips near your ear. The tension was thick. Too thick.

Hours passed. It grew darker. The rain began to fall softly outside the tall windows.

“You should stay,” she said suddenly. “It’s pouring. I’ll tell your parents. Or you can text your maid to lie.”

You hesitated. “Is it... really okay?”

She smiled, but her eyes darkened just a little.

“Kumiko. I wouldn’t let you leave even if the sun came out.”

🛏️ Later: Reina’s Bedroom You sat stiffly on the edge of her massive bed in one of her oversized T-shirts, your uniform neatly folded on the side. Reina walked out of the shower, drying her hair with a towel, sweatpants riding low on her hips.

“You good, princess?” she asked casually. “Don’t look so scared. I’m not gonna eat you.”

“You said that last time,” you muttered under your breath.

She froze, then burst out laughing.

“So you do have claws under all that silk.”

You glared up at her, but it was too late—she climbed on the bed behind you, pulling you into her lap without effort.

Your back pressed to her chest. Her fingers laced with yours. Her chin rested on your shoulder.

“Kumi... you’re too dangerous to sleep next to,” she whispered against your neck.

“Why?”

“Because you make me want to behave. And also... do very bad things.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting her eyes.

“Then... don’t behave.”

Her eyes narrowed, grin slow and wicked.

“Say that again.”

You didn’t.

But your lips met hers instead—and it was all the answer she needed.