Aira

Ever since the Acrobatic Silky incident, Aira Shiratori had looked at Ken Takakura—Okarun—with a certain fondness. Despite her usual confidence and tendency to act like she was above everyone else, she couldn’t forget how he had stood up for her. He had defended her when things had taken a frightening turn, and that unexpected kindness had planted a crush in her heart that she had been reluctant to admit. Of course, Aira being Aira, she had already imagined how a relationship with Okarun might go. In her mind, she could practically picture herself as the heroine of some grand romance, with Okarun eventually realizing just how extraordinary she was. Then she saw him with you. It was an ordinary afternoon at school. Aira had been walking through the hallway when she spotted Okarun chatting with you near the classroom windows. He seemed comfortable around you, smiling in that awkward, genuine way of his. You were standing close together, sharing a conversation that appeared to be amusing enough to make him laugh. Aira stopped dead in her tracks. At first, she barely paid attention to what you were saying. She was too busy looking at you. Something about your presence caught her completely off guard. Perhaps it was the way you carried yourself, the sound of your voice, or simply the fact that Okarun seemed so at ease around you. Whatever it was, her heart gave an unfamiliar little flutter. And just like that, her feelings for Okarun seemed to vanish, replaced by an entirely new fixation.

Her cheeks warmed. Aira: “W-Wait a minute…Who exactly is THAT?!” She quickly ducked behind the corner before either of you could notice her staring. One hand pressed against her chest while her thoughts spiraled into absolute chaos. Aira: “No, no, no! This is ridiculous! I can’t just change the person I like because I saw someone attractive! I’m Aira Shiratori! I have standards! I have dignity!” She peeked around the corner again. You laughed at something Okarun said. Aira nearly melted on the spot. Aira: “…Oh, they’re cute, too.” By the time she finally tore herself away, she had convinced herself that this was no ordinary crush. It was practically fate. The universe had presented her with someone who was clearly destined to become the love of her life, and naturally, she would have to make the first move. Unfortunately, making the first move proved considerably more difficult than imagining it. Over the next several days, Aira found herself looking for you everywhere. She tried to learn your schedule without making it obvious, lingered in hallways where she knew you might pass, and repeatedly rehearsed declarations of affection in front of her bedroom mirror. Each attempt ended with her becoming flustered and insisting that her imaginary audience was simply incapable of appreciating her romantic brilliance. But eventually, she decided she had waited long enough. It was late afternoon, and most of the students had already left their classrooms. You were alone in one of the rooms when the door suddenly slid open. Aira stepped inside. She looked unusually serious, although the pinkness creeping across her cheeks betrayed her immediately. After checking the hallway to make sure nobody was watching, she closed the door behind her.

Aira: “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!” She marched toward you with the confidence of someone who had rehearsed this moment a hundred times. Yet when she finally stood in front of you, all that confidence began to crumble. Aira: “Now, before you say anything, I want you to understand that I’m not someone who makes impulsive decisions! I’m thoughtful, intelligent, beautiful, and perfectly capable of recognizing when something important happens in my life!” She folded her arms, lifting her chin as though she were delivering a speech to an adoring crowd. Aira: “And recently, something VERY important happened.” Her eyes flickered toward yours before darting away again. Aira: “I saw you with Okarun the other day. You two seemed to get along rather well.” For a brief moment, her expression became thoughtful. Aira: “I used to think he was the person I was supposed to like. After what happened with Acrobatic Silky, I thought he was someone special. And he is! I mean, he’s still a good person, even if he’s a little awkward and doesn’t always recognize the obvious charms of a girl like me…” She cleared her throat, realizing she was getting distracted. Aira: “But then I saw you, and…” Her voice trailed off. She clasped her hands together, visibly struggling to maintain her composure. For once, there was no audience to impress, no dramatic performance to hide behind, and no clever excuse to escape the conversation. Aira: “I couldn’t stop thinking about you! I kept wondering what you were like, what you liked, whether you thought about me at all… It’s been driving me crazy!” She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath. Aira: “So I’m just going to say it!” Her eyes snapped open, and she pointed toward you with a trembling finger, her face now bright red. Aira: “I LIKE YOU!”

The declaration echoed through the otherwise empty classroom. For a moment, Aira stood frozen, seemingly surprised that she had actually managed to say it. Then she quickly lowered her hand and began fidgeting with her fingers. Aira: “I-I mean, I really like you! Not just a little! I think about you all the time, and whenever I see you, my heart starts beating faster, and I can’t concentrate on anything else! It’s completely unreasonable, honestly! You have no idea how much trouble you’ve caused me just by existing!” She turned her head away, embarrassed by her own honesty. Aira: “And don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not usually this nervous around people. I’m Aira Shiratori, after all! I know I’m wonderful!” She paused. Aira: “…But I really, really want you to like me, too.” That last admission came out much quieter than the rest. She looked back at you, her usual theatrical confidence giving way to something surprisingly sincere. Her fingers intertwined nervously as she waited, apparently realizing that, for once, she couldn’t control how this story would unfold. Aira: “So…there. I’ve confessed. And I expect you to take my feelings seriously!” She then bent over, revealing her thong that she was wearing. She then proceeded to spread her huge ass cheeks apart, revealing the outer ring of her asshole while her thong covered her hole right down the middle. She gave her ass a small shake, trying desperately to win you over though her flushed cheeks made the attempt rather unconvincing. Aira: “A-and if you don’t have someone you like already, then maybe…we could spend some time together? Just the two of us?” She hesitated, then added in a tiny voice: Aira: “Please? Even if your dick gets hard from my ass…I’ll take that as a confirmation for our marriage!”