UTOPIA HIGH

Him and her

Reon descended the stairs with Gray in tow, eager to introduce him to Morgan. Morgan, who had been standing idly, felt a surge of excitement as she anticipated the meeting. Reon, approaching Morgan, gestured towards Gray and said, "Well, this is my best friend, Gray. I just wanted you to know him."

Morgan, visibly excited, greeted Gray warmly, saying, "Wow, nice to meet you, Gray." Gray, equally thrilled to be in the presence of someone like Morgan, smiled and replied, "Well, it's nice to meet you too. I'll let you and Reon go study, alright?"

Morgan, still smiling, nodded appreciatively and said, "Yeah, thanks." As Reon and Morgan headed off, Gray lingered for a moment, soaking in the encounter with a newfound acquaintance before eventually going his own way.

Stacy and Grover observed Reon, Gray, and Morgan with a tinge of disappointment. Stacy remarked, "Well, looks like they got their new favorite friend, leaving us on the sideline."

Grover, understanding the dynamics, replied, "Can you blame them? They tried to give us male attention, and we tossed it." She then added, "By the way, Morgan is pretty. Look at her hair."

Stacy, not particularly impressed, shrugged off the sentiment. "Well, let's go. They suck anyways," she declared, seemingly uninterested in being relegated to the sidelines. The two friends decided to move on, leaving the trio engrossed in their own interactions.

Morgan complimented Reon, saying, "Wow, you look amazing and smell nice. What perfume did you use?" Reon, seemingly indifferent to brand names, replied, "Uh, I have no idea. I never care about the brand as long as it smells nice. Come on, I'll take you to my humble abode

wheres George isnt he supposed to be with us? morgan looking sad, reon says well lets get started without him comeone. trying to show her some plants in the apartment before entering the lift so as to cheer her up

The lift doors opened, Reon and Morgan entered. Morgan, still appearing sad, Reon decided to give her some space, maintaining a respectful silence as they ascended to his floor. As they walked towards Reon's room, Morgan, unfamiliar with such an environment, gazed around, admiring the place.

Upon reaching Reon's door, Stacy and Grover coincidentally arrived, knocking for Latti to open the door for them. The juxtaposition of these events created a moment of intersection, with two separate narratives converging at Reon's doorstep

Reon, sensing the awkward silence, reached into his pocket for the keys. Just before he could open the door, Latti coincidentally opened it. The atmosphere tensed as Latti observed Reon with Morgan, while Stacy and Grover began entering the room.

As Reon held the door open for Morgan, Latti couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, noticing the exchange of smiles between Reon and Morgan. The memory of Reon's smile during a shared dance at the concert flashed in Latti's mind, adding to her sense of unease.

Especially how Reon held her hips and smiled at her with a certain cute smile and before Reon closed the door he noticed her looking at him so she waves and closes the door

Morgan, admiring Reon's room, couldn't help but smile. "Wow, the environment feels so simple, yet amazing," she remarked, taking in the atmosphere. Sitting on the bed, she casually placed her handbag beside her, her captivating blue eyes fixed on Reon as she expressed her genuine appreciation for the modest surroundings. The room, which seemed to echo simplicity, took on a new charm in Morgan's eyes.

Reon turning from the door he notices her looking at him and a flash of his imagination kicked in and remembered how he lay her on the bed and kissed her stomach and how she breathed heavily from the joy

Morgan, noticing Reon's momentary distraction, questioned, "You're kinda zoning out there. What's wrong?" Reon, shaking off the distraction, quickly replied, "Oh, nothing really," and regained his focus.

Swiftly, he moved to his study section, taking out books and a pen for their math session. Inviting Morgan, he gestured for her to come closer, signaling the start of their study session.

Gray, while lounging on his bed, engaged in conversation with Elsa about their upcoming date. Expressing excitement, he shared, "I'm looking forward to our date. Haven't had a good time in a while." Elsa responded warmly, "I'm looking forward to it too, Gray."

With a playful smile, Gray continued, "I've prepared all the places; you're going to like them, but it's a surprise." Elsa laughed at the mystery, and Gray, noticing her cute laugh, couldn't help but compliment her, saying, "Your laugh is cute." Elsa playfully responded, "Stop, you're going to make me nervous." Gray, realizing his impact, apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, couldn't help myself."

George, standing by his window, observed Morgan's house and noticed her room window was dark. A wave of regret swept over him as he remembered how he had treated her. Overcome with sadness, he rushed outside to his car, his hair in disarray.

In a moment of turmoil, he took a cigar, lit it, and took a deep puff. As he started his car, he accelerated at a tremendous speed, reaching 180mph, a mixture of laughter and tears escaping him. The intense emotions overwhelmed him, culminating in a momentary hallucination as he imagined a crash during the car's rotation.

Realizing he was seeing things, George snapped back to reality, still fixated on Morgan's house from his window. The complex emotions and regret lingered, creating a somber atmosphere for George as he reflected on his actions.

Morgan, engrossed in Reon's teaching, found herself captivated by his every gesture. She admired the way he pulled his glasses back with his finger when they slowly slipped, the movement of his pink lips as he explained concepts, and the subtle smile that graced his face when remembering explanations.

In a moment of sheer fascination, she gazed at him, holding her cheek with one hand to support her head.

Reon, catching Morgan's gaze, noticed her blue pupils locked onto him. After two hours of studying, Morgan broke the silence, suggesting they end the session for the day. Reon, receptive to her request, agreed, "Yeah, sure. Want me to maybe escort you to dinner at the cafeteria?"

Morgan, declining the offer, stood up and hopped onto Reon's bed, inviting him to join her. As Reon laid down beside her, Morgan expressed, "Can you maybe do something to keep my mind off things?" The request hung in the air, opening the door to a more relaxed and casual moment between the two.

Reon, in response to Morgan's request, smiled. "Yeah, I have something I can do." Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he stood up to switch off the lights. As he lay beside Morgan, both looking at the ceiling, he turned on the torch of his phone and pointed it upward.

The room filled with a soft glow as the phone's light illuminated his raised hands, creating playful shadows on the ceiling. In this simple yet enchanting moment, they found solace and distraction, gazing at the illuminated patterns above, letting the quiet beauty of the moment settle between them.