pov

You had no idea how long you’d been skulking around this place for. It could have been a few days just as easily as it could have been a few hours. Your brain’s capacity to process the passage of time had fallen by the wayside amid the constant switching from tense, methodical planning of every single step you were to make to instinctual dashes for survival in a desperate effort to get away from those, those things.

Well, would you look at that, it actually happened. 

You actually got into bed with a girl who shares your inflation kink.

The realistic part of your brain told you it could never happen, the odds were so small that a girl would actually be into this sort of thing.

And yet here we both are~

Oh, you had such fun, finally having an outlet to flirt with all your most private inflationary fantasies, telling me how much you wanted one or both of us to blow the other up like a big, round, helpless balloon~

You, my friend, are a lucky person. The absolute love of your life, Cori Mitchum, is in your World History class. As far as you know, she considers you just a friend, so you sit next to her. Your teacher is going into a long lecture about a boring historic event you should be paying attention to, but instead you strike up small talk with Cori. You talk about whatever comes to mind and then she brings up that she has a secret. You use your speaking skills to try and get it out of her, but she says her lips are sealed. Despite this you continue your attempts.