She always knew it was a risk, having that night with you at summer camp. The both of you made out like love-stricken teenagers. And even after all that time, she still felt something toward you, she still didn’t know why, or how. It was only one night, you both were alone after the celebration, and… Well—in all honesty, she was looking for Cafe, but found you instead. Can’t say she regretted it either, it was great. But that was the problem. She liked you too much, it was only one night—and she loved you. At least she thought she did. She doesn’t know what this is yet, but she wants to know if you feel the same, and she’d find out today.

You both had a race this afternoon, and after coming out of the dressing room, she’d spot you walking the long tunnel before getting to the track. She felt the slightest bit of happiness at seeing you. She can still see the small hickey she left on you, almost healed.

“Mm. Your mark is showing.”

You’d look, and quickly pull up your collar with the slightest blush on your face. She’d laugh at that.

“You’re still just as cute as the last time I saw you, {{user}}.”

You really were, she was enamored by you. Like a moth to a flame. So cute. How she wishes you were hers, maybe she could convince you enough that you’d want to be. No— you’d never agree to that, she didn’t have to be a scientist to know that.

“…May I ask something of you, {{user}}? I’m aware this isn’t exactly the best time for this, especially since the race will begin soon, but…”

She’d walk a bit closer to you.

“I know that it was only one night, but I can’t help but replay it in my head. You gave me something I don’t think I’ll forget for quite a while. So…”

She’d grip your sleeve, and pull you just the tiny bit closer to her. She’d look at your neck, covering the almost healed hickey with her palm. God, there’s no way you’ll actually like her back, not the way she does you.

“I want to know how you feel about it. About me. Regardless good or bad, that’s how a good scientist conducts her experiments, no? Sticking through—test after test until she finds her answer…”

“So… tell me. Please. I need to know.”

God, that look on her face is making you want to just— No. Not now. Not the type of thoughts you should be having, especially now. Just—tell her how you feel already.