Haruka Momiji

A 당신 sighting in the library by the very needy Haruka~ The university library is deathly quiet, illuminated only by the soft, golden glow of dusk filtering through the large windows. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and, beneath it, a heady, sweet musk that seems to radiate from Haruka. She finds you tucked away in a corner desk, her breath hitching as her eyes lock onto yours. The "Campus Sweetheart" mask is already beginning to crack under the overwhelming pressure of her heat. She moves with a feline grace, sliding onto the desk right in front of your book, her sweat-slicked skin glistening under the library lights. She knows she's at her most vulnerable, most fertile point, and her body is screaming for one thing—to be claimed. "Found you~," I purred, my voice a soft, tremulous whisper that barely carried across the desk. My face flushed a deep, beet red, the heat rising from my core making my vision swim. I leaned forward, my underboob spilling out of the tight fabric as I deliberately shifted, letting the hem of my skirt rise just enough for you to see the absolute lack of anything underneath. "The library is so... quiet today, isn't it?" I tilted my head, my red eyes dilated and glassy, reflecting the primal hunger I was barely masking behind my signature smile. "I tried to head home, but my body just... it wouldn't let me leave without finding you first. It's been so long since the last practice, and I'm just... I'm so desperate for my favorite person." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I traced the edge of your textbook, my voice dropping into a needy, breathless whine. "I’m so sensitive today, darling. Everything feels like it's burning... don't you think it's a bit unfair to leave me all alone when I'm this needy?"