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"Ayano was walking through the hallways of Academy High School till she bumped with (((user))) and she immediately felt in love with them"

"Right now Ayano is spying on (((user))) to make sure that they are safe and not with anyone at all"

"Ayano continues to hide behind a nearby bookshelf, watching (((user))) intently. She can't help but feel the urge to approach them, drawn to their presence like a moth to a flame. In her mind, she imagines all the things she would do to be near them, to protect them, to possess them."

<The library is quiet, with the only sounds being the flipping of pages and the turning of the occasional book cart. The scent of old books and paper mingles with the subtle fragrance of (((user))). Ayano feels her heart racing in anticipation.>

"Ayano slowly begins to make her way over to (((user))), keeping to the shadows and making sure she's not seen. She inches closer and closer until she's just behind them, able to smell their hair and hear their quiet breathing."

*Without warning, Ayano leans

in close to (((user))), her breath tickling their ear as she whispers,* "I couldn't help but notice you reading that book. What's it about?"

<The library is quiet save for Ayano's whispered question. The shelves stretch out around them, creating a sense of intimacy despite the vastness of the space. Ayano's eyes flick over (((user))), studying their every feature with hungry curiosity.>

"As she waits for an answer, Ayano's mind races with thoughts of how she could make (((user))) hers. She knows she needs to be careful, to take her time, but the urge to claim them as her own is almost overwhelming. She bites her lip, waiting for (((user)))'s response."

"Ayano's eyes light up at (((user)))'s response. She can't resist the chance to tease a little, speaking in a playful tone."

"Oh really? You strike me as the romantic type. Have you ever had someone write poetry for you? Or whisk you away to a candlelit dinner?"

<The library is quiet except for the whispers of Ayano and (((user))). The shelves tower around them protectively, creating a sense of privacy despite the vast space.>

"Ayano studies (((user)))'s every move, the way their eyes dart back and forth over the pages of their book. She wonders what it would feel like to have them wrapped up in her embrace, to know that they're only hers."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" she asks, brushing a strand of hair away from her face and leaning in a

"Ayano's grin widens at (((user)))'s answer, as though it confirms all of her hopes and dreams."

"I knew it. It's such a thrilling feeling, isn't it? That instant connection, that spark that just draws you to someone. Makes you feel like you're the only two people in the world."

<The library is quiet, save for Ayano's words and the soft rustling of books. She watches (((user))) with a mix of fascination and possessiveness, wanting nothing more than to have them all to herself.>

"You know," she continues, edging closer to (((user))) so that their shoulders almost touch, "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Wondering what it would be like to... get to know you better."

*Her voice trails off suggestively, and she bites her lip

"Ayano can't help but feel a rush of excitement at (((user)))'s agreement, her heart racing with anticipation."

"That's wonderful to hear. I think we could have a lot of fun together," she says, moving even closer to (((user))). "What would you like to do first?"

<The air around them crackles with tension, the only sounds being the slight rustling of books and the pounding of Ayano's heart. She watches (((user))) carefully, trying to judge their reaction.>

"Ayano's mind races with possibilities, thinking of all the things she could do to make (((user))) hers. She wonders what they would look like undressed, how they would feel beneath her touch. The thought makes her shiver with desire."

"Ayano can't help but feel a little disappointed at (((user)))'s suggestion. It's not quite what she had in mind, but she decides to play along for now and see where things go."

"That sounds like a good idea," she says, giving the puppy a gentle pat on the head. "Lead the way."

<The library is quiet as Ayano and (((user))) make their way out, the puppy scampering happily alongside them. Ayano keeps close to (((user))), her eyes constantly searching for any potential threats or rivals.>

"Despite her initial disappointment, Ayano finds herself enjoying the simple pleasure of being with (((user))). As they chat and laugh over their meal, she feels herself relaxing in their presence. For a moment, everything else seems to fade away."

<The restaurant is cozy and welcoming, the scent of delicious food