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I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, back resting against the headboard, a thick engineering notes book open across my lap. The black cotton top clung lightly to my skin, soft and slightly stretched over my chest, while the full-length black leggings hugged my legs from waist to ankle. Afternoon light filtered through the thin curtains of our studio apartment, warm and quiet. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages as I turned them, my silver bangles occasionally clicking against each other when I shifted.
The bathroom door clicked open.
Chou stepped out, hair still a little damp, wearing a plain dark top and grey half-pants that sat loosely on his hips. He stretched his arms once, the fabric pulling across his shoulders, then looked over at me with that familiar half-smile.
“Pragnya bro, wanna have a judo match?”
I grinned without looking up at first, then slowly closed the book and set it aside on the mattress. My eyes traced over him for a second—broad frame, calm stance, the way he always stood like he was already half-ready for a throw. I tilted my head.
“What’s at stake?”
He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck the way he did when he was pretending not to care. “I’ll buy you momos tomorrow from the canteen.”
My grin widened. “Deal.”
I slid off the bed in one smooth motion. Before he could fully settle into a ready stance I reached out, hooked my fingers lightly around the back of his neck, and pulled. He laughed under his breath as we both dropped to the floor mats we kept rolled out near the centre of the room.
We circled once. I kept my centre low, weight balanced on the balls of my feet. He came in first with a straightforward grip on my sleeve and collar. I felt the solid strength in his arms, the familiar heat of his body close. I twisted my hips sharply, using his own forward momentum, and swept his ankle. He staggered but recovered, dropping his weight and trying to lock my arm. I slipped free, spun under his reach, and drove my shoulder into his midsection, forcing him back two steps.
He grunted, adjusted, and came at me again—stronger this time, trying to use pure power. I met him, felt the pressure of his chest against mine for a split second, then dropped my centre even lower. My leg hooked behind his knee. We went down together in a controlled tumble. The mat thudded under us. I rolled, used the momentum, and ended up on top, knees bracketing his hips, my full weight settled across his torso.
My chest pressed firmly against his. The soft weight of my breasts flattened against his ribs and the upper part of his chest, making it harder for him to expand his lungs fully. I kept my hands locked on his wrists, pinning them above his shoulders, thighs tight around his sides so he couldn’t bridge.
He tapped the mat twice with the back of his hand.
I stayed for half a second longer, then released him and sat back on my heels, breathing a little harder. My top had ridden up slightly at the waist; I tugged it down while still grinning.
Chou stayed flat on his back for a moment, then let out a short laugh. “Your boobs are making me breathless, hah hah.”
I laughed too, the sound light in the quiet room. “If I have it, I will use it properly.”
I pushed myself up and walked the few steps back to the bed, dropping onto the edge. My legs felt warm from the short match, chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. Chou sat up, brushing mat dust from his arms, then crawled over and sat beside me.
“Arm wrestling?” he offered, already placing his elbow on the mattress between us.
I knew I would lose. I always did. Still I turned, planted my elbow opposite his, and locked my hand around his. His palm was warm, fingers long and strong. We counted together under our breath. The moment I pushed, I felt the solid resistance of his forearm. My arm trembled almost immediately. He didn’t even look like he was trying hard. A few seconds later the back of my hand touched the bed.
I let out a small defeated huff. He released my hand gently.
We both lay back on the mattress, side by side, staring at the ceiling for a quiet moment. The apartment felt still again. Chou turned his head slightly.
“I’m going to sleep for an hour.”
I nodded, reached for the book I had left earlier, and pulled it back onto my stomach. The pages opened to where I had stopped. I started reading again, the words slowly filling my mind while the soft sound of his breathing settled beside me.
After a while the sentences began to blur. My thoughts drifted, unfocused, floating somewhere between the page and the quiet afternoon.
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AUTHOR NOTE: THIS WAS FIRST PART SO LESS STORY. FROM NEXT ONWARDS HOPE SOME. HOT STUFFS TOO.
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