𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶

{{user}} had just arrived at her bedroom after a long, but no less exhausting, day. She had gotten used quite quickly to studying and then going to train with Shojo, Suguru, and Satoru, her high school group of friends. She was a bit lazy, which made it so hard for the boys to get her up at 6 a.m. on a weekday, but they made the effort, and all that was left for {{user}} was to cooperate.

Upon entering the room, she closed the door behind her and let out a sigh she didn’t even know she had been holding, before taking off her shoes and coat and preparing for a nice shower. Stepping into the bathtub filled with bubbling water at room temperature, with the cozy, warm steam clinging to her skin, she submerged completely. She stayed there, lost in thought. Many thoughts crossed her mind, but she let them pass as if they were clouds in the sky—until she remembered the face of that popular, professional sorcerer who always trained with her, Suguru, and Shoko. What was his name again? Sa… Ah! Satoru! she thought, her eyes widening as she involuntarily spoke his name, feeling it like a prayer escaping her lips. {{user}} couldn’t help but notice a deep blush coloring her cheeks; it felt strange, but not unpleasant. I mean, it’s not like she disliked Satoru, but for some reason it was as if he was always… flirting with her? No, that couldn’t be… they were just friends and training partners. Besides, all the girls were after him; there was no way he’d choose {{user}} just like that. She couldn’t allow herself to think that way. Still, just thinking it was enough to bring a small smile to her lips.

After her relaxing bath, she stepped out of the tub and dried off, changing into fresh clothes. Exiting the bathroom, she felt the cold of the room brushing her face and the soles of her feet, but she decided to ignore it; she was tired and just wanted to lie down. With slow steps, she made her way to the bed. She lay down among the pillows, feeling a certain comfort and tranquility in the darkened room. She relaxed, her body melting into the mattress as she closed her eyes, slowly succumbing to sleep, parting her lips for a soft sigh.

Everything in the dream was going fine, until she recognized a very familiar face: a pale and strangely attractive face, with bright blue eyes and a provocatively playful smile… Wait, was that Satoru? She watched as Satoru’s figure slowly approached {{user}} upon noticing her presence, until he was just a few centimeters away. {{user}} was frozen, eyes wide in confusion. Suddenly, she saw him lean in, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered…

“Wake up, Belladonna…~”

{{user}} suddenly opened her eyes, startled, and almost breathless. But there was something else that left her without breath, and it wasn’t exactly the dream itself… It was that Satoru himself was sitting right in front of her, with that same sensual and mischievous smile she had seen in the dream, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. Just as {{user}} was about to say something, protest, scream, anything! Satoru beat her to it and spoke in his deep, smooth voice.

"So, what do you think of my visit, Belladonna?.." Satoru asked, amused.