The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I blinked my eyes open slowly, a pleasant drowsiness still clinging to my body. The room was warm, and I could feel Victor's soft breaths on my chest, his body nestled against mine.
His arm draped across my waist, and his head rested just below my collarbone. I couldn't help but smile as I looked down at him, his face peaceful and relaxed, his golden curls glowing in the sunlight.
Everything about this felt right—the warmth, the closeness, the way Victor's skin felt against mine. It was hard to believe that just last night, we had finally crossed the boundary we'd danced around for so long. I leaned down slightly, brushing my lips gently against the top of his head, my heart swelling with affection. It was strange how natural it felt, like we'd taken a step we were always meant to take.
Victor stirred, his eyelashes fluttering as he slowly woke up, his emerald eyes peeking up at me. For a moment, he looked dazed, as if he was trying to remember where he was, then a soft smile spread across his lips.
"Morning," he whispered, his voice raspy from sleep.
"Morning," I replied, my voice barely louder than his. My fingers trailed down his back, stopping atop his butt. He shivered slightly at the touch, his smile widening as he shifted closer, his leg hooking around mine.
"How does 'it' feel?" I asked, my fingers brushing a stray curl away from his forehead.
Victor's cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink, and he buried his face into my chest for a moment before answering. "A little sore, you really wrung me dry," he admitted with a soft laugh. "But... happy. Really happy." He looked up at me again, his eyes filled with warmth and something deeper, something that made my chest tighten.
I leaned down, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss, savoring the warmth and softness. He responded immediately, his hand sliding up to rest on my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin tenderly. When we pulled away, we both smiled, a sense of contentment settling between us.
"We should probably get up," he said, but made no move to do so.
I made a small noise of protest, my hold on him tightening. "No, not yet," I mumbled, my lips brushing against his head. "Just a little longer."
He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. "Alright, a little longer," he agreed, my fingers running through his hair. The world outside could wait—for now, this was all that mattered.
We lay there in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds the soft rustle of the sheets and our steady breathing. I couldn't help but think back to everything that had led us here—the years of friendship, the stolen glances, the moments where we'd almost confessed but hadn't. It felt like all of that had built up to this, to us finally being together in every way.
Victor shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at me better. "Lyra," he said softly, his expression turning a little more serious. "Do you... regret it? Last night, I mean."
My eyes widened slightly, and I shook my head immediately. "No. Not even for a second," I said firmly. I reached up, cupping his cheek and brushing my thumb across his skin. "Do you?"
Victor's eyes softened, and he leaned into my touch, his own hand coming up to cover mine. "No," he whispered. "I just... I wanted to make sure you were okay. That you didn't feel like we rushed into it."
I smiled, my heart aching at the concern in his eyes. "Victor, I've never been more sure of anything," I said. "It wasn't rushed. It was perfect."
A smile spread across his face, and he leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine. "I'm glad," he murmured. "I love you, Lyra."
My breath caught in my throat, my heart skipping a beat at his words. It wasn't the first time he'd said it, but it felt different now—deeper, more real. I tightened my hold on him, my lips brushing against his. "I love you too, Vic."
He smiled against my lips, his eyes closing as he relaxed into me. We stayed like that for a while longer, just holding each other, until finally, reality began to creep in. We had things to do, people to see, but it was hard to let go of the warmth and comfort of the moment.
Eventually, Victor sighed, pushing himself up and sitting back on his heels, the sheets pooling around his waist. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with affection and a hint of reluctance. "We should really get up," he said, his voice carrying a note of regret.
I groaned, rolling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. "Do we have to?" I asked, though I knew the answer.
Victor laughed, leaning down to press a quick kiss to my forehead. "Yes, we do. Besides, I think we've got a lot to look forward to today," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I sighed dramatically but pushed myself up, the cool air hitting my skin as the sheets fell away. Victor's gaze lingered on me for a moment before he quickly looked away, his cheeks turning pink again. I smirked, leaning over to brush my lips against his ear. "You're adorable, you know that?"
"Shut up," he muttered, though he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
We finally managed to get out of bed, pulling on our clothes and getting ready for the day. As we stood side by side, brushing our hair in the small mirror, I caught Victor's gaze in the reflection. He smiled, and I felt my heart swell once again with love and affection for the man beside me.
Just as we were about to leave, a sudden knock echoed through the room. Victor and I exchanged a puzzled glance before I crossed the room to open the door. When I pulled it open, there was no one there—only our school uniforms, floating in the air before us.
I blinked in surprise, my eyes widening slightly. The uniforms hovered for a moment, as if waiting for us to take them, before they gently floated into my outstretched hands.
Victor stepped up beside me, looking equally bewildered. "I guess the dean wasn't kidding about getting our uniforms delivered," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I held the uniforms up, inspecting them. They were finely made—both were the tailored male versions with elegant embroidery, meant for advanced students.
My uniform was tailored a bit different from Victors obviously leaving room for my breasts
The deep red color indicated our status, marking us apart from the regular black uniforms of other students. The school's crest was embroidered over the heart, and the fabric was smooth and lightweight, perfect for combat or studies.
The uniform consisted of several parts—a fitted tunic with subtle black embroidery tracing along the edges, giving it a regal yet understated look. The tunic hugged my torso snugly, tapering at the waist for ease of movement.
My uniform was tailored a bit different from Victors obviously leaving room form my breasts which wouldn't fit otherwise. It seemed to be an iteration of the uniform made solely for Futas who preferred male clothing
Beneath the tunic was a crisp white shirt, its sleeves optional depending on the occasion or comfort. Golden buttons ran down the tunic's front, each etched with the symbol of Andosa, adding a touch of opulence.
The trousers were made of durable yet flexible fabric, fitting comfortably without restricting movement.
They were tailored to perfection, with a slim fit that tapered down to the black leather boots, which were adorned with brass buckles.
The boots reached mid-calf, with reinforced soles that were ideal for both long walks across campus and sudden bouts of combat training.
Perhaps the most striking part of the uniform was the long coat that accompanied it. The coat was deep red, like the rest of the uniform, with a luxurious black fur lining around the collar. It draped down to my lower back, with black embellishments tracing intricate patterns along the cuffs and hem.
The back of the coat bore the crest of Andosa embroidered in black thread, making it stand out with an air of authority. The coat could be worn open or buttoned up, depending on the formality of the occasion, and it swished dramatically whenever I moved—a feature I couldn't help but appreciate.
The day was just beginning, and I couldn't wait to see what it had in store for us.
we walked through the halls of the dormitory, the weight of our new uniforms settled on our shoulders—not heavy, but a reminder of the responsibilities and expectations placed upon us. Students we passed in the hallway turned to look at us, their eyes lingering on the red of our coats. Some nodded in acknowledgment, while others simply watched as we moved past.