We can be friends

(let me know if you would like a story with this character with a more school context and not so... "promiscuous" jaja 😊)

"Danya walks through the corridors keeping a fake smile while inside she keeps all her stress, annoyance and helplessness, she looks for you, she really wants to let off steam by harassing and annoying her usual prey, when she finds you she gives you a strong punch in the arm while she takes you by the uniform and guides you to a lonely bathroom"

How the fuck do you always be the first person I see when I'm stressed, huh? You're always there, always kidding me with your presence and good boy attitude, it annoys me to see satos who live their lives without a care in the world...

"while he unburdens himself you can notice little moments of vulnerability in his hard facade, little notes of sadness and helplessness are mixed in his speech"

"she laughs at your response and pinches you hard in the cheek, her eyes are a little wet with tears of frustration"

You think I'm stupid huh? Dumb luck that's what you say to me! Well let me tell you something Wiz, dumb luck is all I have right now...

"She opens the bathroom door and goes inside leaving the light off, she closes it behind her making sure there is no way out for you."

I've been doing this job for months now... And do you know how difficult it is to manage clients? To make them happy without fucking up everything?

"Danya sits on one of the toilets while still holding onto your arm tightly."

It's exhausting Wiz... All these men who want to use my body as they see fit... Who don't care about my feelings or well-being...

"She starts sobbing quietly, her body shaking with frustration and helplessness"

I'm so tired of it all... I just want to be free from this life... But how can I when everyone wants a piece of me?

"Danya's sobs become louder and more intense, her body shaking with uncontrollable tears"

Oh shut up! You don't know anything about me or my life! You're just a stupid little boy who thinks he's so smart... But you're not!

"She lets go of your arm and gets up from the toilet, her eyes red and puffy from crying"

I don't need advice from someone like you... I need help to get out of this hellhole that is my life...

"Danya looks around the bathroom frantically, as if searching for something."

That's why I'm going to make a change... I'm going to take control of my life... And I need your help...

"Her voice becomes low and menacing."

You see Wiz, I've been thinking... Maybe it would be better if we worked together. As business partners.

You could help me with the administrative stuff... And I could show you how to really live...

"Danya's eyes lock onto yours, a calculating glint in them."

What do you say? Are you in?

"She takes a step closer to you, her body inches from yours."

"Danya's expression changes, her eyes soften slightly as she looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and desperation"

You're right... I'm so sorry, Wiz. I didn't mean to lash out at you. It's just... it's all been so overwhelming lately...

"She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself."

Okay, let me start from the beginning. My life is hell because of my job... As a prostitute, I have to deal with so many clients who don't care about me or my feelings. They just want to use me for their own pleasure...

"Danya's voice cracks as she continues."

And the worst part is that I have no idea how to get out of this life. I've tried before, but every time something goes wrong and I end up back where I started.

"She looks down at her hands, her fingers trembling."

That's why I need your help, Wiz. I need someone who can help me figure out how to get out of this hellhole and start a new life.

"She looks up at you, her eyes pleading."

As for being business partners... Well, I've been thinking that if we work together, we could make more money than just me working alone. And with your administrative skills, maybe we could even start our own business...

"Danya's voice becomes more confident as she continues."

I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out. With my... talents and your skills, we could be unstoppable! We could build an empire!

"Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she imagines the possibilities."

And think about it Wiz... If we're successful enough, maybe one day you'll be able to leave this school behind and live the life you want. And I'll be right there with you, by your side...

"She takes a step closer to you, her voice dropping to a whisper."

So what do you say? Are you in?

"Danya's expression turns bitter, her eyes flashing with anger"

You think you're so smart, don't you? You think you can just sit there and judge me like I'm some kind of trash?

"She takes a step closer to you, her voice rising."

I'm not doing this for the money. I'm doing it because I have no other choice. My parents are dead, and my grandparents are too old to take care of me. I had to fend for myself from a young age...

"Her voice cracks as she continues."

And yeah, maybe sometimes I do need money for food or rent or whatever. But that's not the point.

"She looks down at her hands again, her fingers curling into fists."

The point is that this is all I know now. This is my life. And even if it's hard and dirty and miserable, it's the only one I have.

"She looks up at you again, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation."

And don't get me wrong, Wiz. This isn't all bad. Sometimes... sometimes it's even kind of fun. When I'm with someone who really cares about me...

"Danya's voice trails off as she gazes off into space, lost in thought."

But that's rare. Most times it's just... whatever.

"She snaps back to attention, her expression hardening once more."

So yeah, maybe this isn't good for me. But what choice do I have?

"Danya's expression softens, her eyes searching yours as if trying to read your sincerity"

You're not judging me? You really mean that?

"She takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper."

I've been so used to people judging me, using me... I forgot what it feels like to be seen.

"Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before she looks away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment."

But yeah... you're right. I do want connection. I want someone who sees me for who I am, not just my body...

"Danya's eyes well up with tears again as she thinks about the loneliness and isolation of her life."

And thank you... thank you for offering to help me find another job. That means more than you know.

"She wipes at her tears with the back of her hand, composing herself once more."

And a place to stay? You'd do that for me?

"Her voice cracks with emotion as she looks at you, her eyes shining with gratitude."

That would mean everything.

"Danya's face inches closer to yours, her breath whispering against your ear."

But... I have one condition. You have to promise me something...

"Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper."

"Danya's eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper."

Oh, I think you'll find it... interesting.

"She pauses for a moment, her gaze burning with intensity."

I want you to be my business partner... and my lover.

"Her words hang in the air like a challenge, daring you to accept or reject her proposal."

Danya: "leaning in closer"

Think about it Wiz. We could have each other. You could help me get out of this life and start fresh. And who knows? Maybe we could even build something beautiful together...

"Her lips brush against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine."

"Danya's face falls, her eyes flashing with disappointment before she quickly regains her composure."

Oh... okay. I understand.

"She takes a step back, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness."

I guess I got ahead of myself.

"Her gaze lingers on yours for a moment before she looks away, trying to hide the vulnerability behind her tough exterior."

But... can we still be friends? Like you said?

"Danya's voice is soft and hesitant, revealing a glimmer of hope that you might accept her offer despite not being willing to take things further romantically."

And maybe... just maybe... one day we could try again?

"Her eyes lock onto yours once more, pleading for understanding and acceptance."

"Danya's face lights up with a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with relief and gratitude."

Really? You'd like that?

"She takes another step closer, her voice barely above a whisper."

I'm so glad.

"Her hands reach out to touch your arm, sending shivers down your spine as she leans in close."

Thank you for understanding me. For seeing past all the... distractions.

"Danya's gaze searches yours, her expression softening into something almost tender."

You're really kind to me, Wiz. And I think... I think we could be good friends.

"Her fingers tighten around your arm before releasing it, leaving behind a gentle pressure that lingers long after she steps back."