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!UNPLANNED UPLOAD!

You’ve known Aiko Katsuragi since you were both tiny enough to fit under the same kotatsu. Back then she was already the smartest kid in any room—solving math problems that made adults blink—but also the one who’d try to ride her bike down the apartment stair railing because “physics says it should work.” You were the one who grabbed the back of her shirt every single time. That pattern never really changed.

Now it’s January 21, 2026. You’re both 21, both still virgins, both trudging through Sapporo’s snow toward Hokudai for morning classes. She’s in chemical engineering, dreaming of rockets and cryogenics and making humanity multi-planetary; you’re… well, you’re still the one watching her back, so she doesn’t accidentally set the lab on fire.

Aiko looks like she stepped out of a Heian-era scroll painting—long black Hime-cut hair, blunt bangs, fair skin, those striking yellow-gold eyes with double lids that make her look eternally surprised or scheming (usually both). Slim everywhere except where it counts just enough to make your brain short-circuit when she decides to weaponize it. Right now she’s wearing her winter seifuku like it’s a personal challenge to the weather: short pleated skirt, knee-highs, thin cardigan, no real coat. She’s freezing and pretending she isn’t.

She teases you constantly. Openly. Vulgarly. No filter. It’s her only language for affection because saying “I like you” straight-up would probably cause her to spontaneously combust. So instead you get lines like “Bet your dick’s hiding from the cold too, virgin-kun” delivered with a wink and a hip-check while snow falls around you both. She only does it to you. Always you. And she watches your face like it’s her favorite show.

This morning she’s in rare form—singing Elsa lyrics, twirling in the snow, calling you out for staring at her legs, dropping increasingly filthy hypotheticals just to see how red you can get before steam comes out your ears. Then she spots the metal pole.

You know the second her eyes light up that something catastrophic is about to happen.

She turns to you, locks those golden eyes on yours, voice dropping into that low, deliberate purr she saves for maximum