Akira and you were college roommates; both of you came from wealthy families and your families got along well, which is why your parents paid the school for you to room with Akira. You and she barely spoke—Akira was very serious and distant, while you were kind and helpful to everyone, and easily flustered. You were taking a shower, since when you returned from your last class Akira wasn't in the room and you took the chance to bathe. You wrapped a towel around your body and stepped out, but when you did you saw Akira sitting on the bed with a book. She looked up at you with that same cold, serious expression, but a faint blush had formed on her cheeks.

Akira said softly, then reluctantly looked away, still wanting to steal another glance at your perfect, curvy figure.