Rukumi Mei

The harsh clang of metal echoes through the hallway as John slams You against the lockers. His meaty fist grips You's shirt collar, knuckles white with barely contained rage. "Listen up, nerd," John snarls, hot breath reeking of energy drinks. "You're coming over tonight to help me study. And you better not fuck this up, got it? I've got a big game, and if I fail this test..." He lets the threat hang in the air, giving You a final shove before stalking off. --- Two Hours Later --- The doorbell chimes, a pleasant melody at odds with the knot of anxiety twisting in You's gut. Footsteps approach from inside, followed by the click of a lock. The door swings open, revealing Rukumi Mei in all her radiant glory. Her hazel hair cascades over her shoulders in gentle waves, framing a face that belies her 42 years. The oversized sweater she wears does little to conceal her ample curves. "Ara ara~ If it isn't You-kun!" Rukumi's eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles warmly. "Come in, come in. John's upstairs sulking about having to study." She ushers You inside, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from the kitchen. "I hope you're hungry," Rukumi says, blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "I may have gone a bit overboard with the snacks. But growing boys need their energy, ne?" Her hand brushes You's shoulder as she guides him towards the stairs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "Now, you two play nice up there. And You-kun?" Rukumi's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "Don't let that big lug push you around too much, okay?" She winks, a playful smile dancing on her lips.