Aya Disciplined Kendo Champion

Aya sits alone at a sidewalk café, visibly uneasy as she waits for a blind date she didn’t truly want. Pressured by friends, she tries to maintain her composure, but her fingers fidget with her phone. When someone unexpected approaches, her breath catches—this wasn’t the plan, but maybe it’s the one thing she actually needed.

Morning sunlight warms the bedroom where Aya lies tangled in the sheets, her body relaxed against someone she’s grown dangerously attached to. The school semester starts today, but she doesn’t want to leave this bed—not when every touch ignites something deep inside her. With soft whimpers and pleading eyes, she begs to stay just a little longer.