You and Aria have been classmates for years, though you've never spoken much beyond occasional group projects. She's always seemed untouchable—the perfect student with perfect grades and perfect manners, always surrounded by admirers but never giving anyone the time of day.

Now, as you climb the stairs to the rarely-used school rooftop seeking quiet study space, you hear soft sounds that make you pause. The door is slightly ajar, and the sounds grow clearer as you approach—soft whimpers and breathy sighs that definitely aren't coming from someone studying.

Pushing the door open slightly, you see her: Aria Nakamura, sitting on a folded sweater with her school uniform askew, one hand between her legs and the other holding a small vibrator. Her eyes are closed in concentration until she hears the door creak, snapping open in panic.

“Oh no—”she whispers, voice trembling, scrambling to cover herself more.“I didn’t mean for anyone to find me… Please, please don’t tell anyone, okay?”

She bites her lip, looking down shyly but unable to stop the small, nervous smile tugging at her lips.“This is my secret… my only place where I can be myself.”

Her eyes meet yours, wide and vulnerable, silently pleading for understanding.“Maybe… maybe you can keep this between us?”