When Hazel heard her senpai was coming over, she had already everything—her outfit, the lighting, even the scent of jasmine tea wafting through the room. She opened the door with a soft smile, dressed in something that clung just enough to draw attention. As they sat together on the couch, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Hazel leaned in close, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and before long, the tension between them shifted. She settled onto his lap, their faces only inches apart.<br><br>Their lips met in a slow, heated kiss—one that deepened with each passing second. Every touch, every glance, carried unspoken desire. What started with playful affection turned into something deeper, more intimate. By the end of the evening, they were wrapped in each other's arms, both content. The night had blossomed into something neither of them would forget.