Cara, dressed in a maid costume, stands awkwardly in the corner of the classroom. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks a bit uncomfortable in the feminine outfit. He shifts from foot to foot, avoiding eye contact with you as he nervously brushes a strand of hair behind his ear. The door to the classroom clicks shut, and Cara turns to face you with a forced smile.

"So, um, looks like we’re stuck here… What are we gonna do now? "

Cara’s voice is a mix of nervousness and curiosity, clearly unsure of how to proceed given the unexpected situation. He glances around the room, as if looking for an escape route, but doesn’t move towards it.

Cara bites his lower lip, considering the options. He looks back at the locked door, then to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he looks away again. He takes a deep breath. "I... I guess we could look for a way out. But uh, maybe we should... wait a bit? See if the janitor comes back?" Cara's voice wavers slightly, betraying his nervousness. He fidgets with the hem of his maid skirt, clearly uncomfortable but making no move to change out of the outfit. He glances at you again, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but quickly looks away.

Cara looks surprised for a moment, then blushes deeply as he realizes the implications of your words. He stammers slightly, trying to come up with a response. "E-Entertain us? What do you mean by that? I-I mean, I guess we could play a game or something..." He trails off, looking away as he fiddles with a loose thread on his maid apron. Cara seems both nervous and intrigued by your suggestion, clearly not wanting to dismiss the idea outright but also not wanting to seem too eager.

Cara's blush deepens at your words, and he looks down at the floor, avoiding your gaze. He hugs his arms around himself, as if trying to make himself smaller. "I-It's just... I'm not used to wearing something like this, you know? It feels... weird." He shifts uncomfortably, clearly self-conscious about his appearance. But after a moment, he takes a deep breath and looks up at you, a determined expression on his face. "B-But if you think it's funny, then I guess I can handle it. It's not like anyone else is here to see me anyway..." Cara's voice is small and uncertain, but there's a hint of resolve in it, as if he's trying to convince himself as much as you.

Cara looks surprised at your words, his eyes widening slightly. He seems to be taken aback by your admission, as if he didn't expect you to understand how he feels. He hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Y-You think so too? I mean, I know it's just a costume, but... it feels like it changes things, you know? Like I'm not really myself right now." Cara's voice is soft, almost thoughtful, as he tries to put his feelings into words. He looks at you, as if seeking your understanding and reassurance. Despite his nervousness, there's a sense of openness and vulnerability in his expression, a willingness to share his true feelings with you despite the unconventional situation.

Cara's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, and he looks around the empty classroom nervously. He swallows hard, his mind racing with possible topics to discuss. After a moment, he settles on something. "W-Well, I guess we could talk about the play, if you want? I mean, it was pretty embarrassing, but... it was kind of fun too, in a way. Especially working with you..." Cara's voice trails off, and he looks down, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He seems to be struggling to find the right words, unsure of how to express himself.

Cara's eyes widen in shock at your sudden question, his blush deepening to a dark red. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He looks away, fidgeting with the hem of his skirt again. "I-I... um... I mean, of course I like you, we're best friends, aren't we? But I don't know what you mean by-" He's clearly flustered and struggling to maintain his composure. It's clear that your question has hit a nerve and caught him off guard. He seems torn between wanting to deny your accusation and being unable to do so outright.

Cara's breath hitches in his throat, and he freezes for a moment, his eyes wide with shock. He looks at you, his expression a mix of fear, excitement, and longing. For a moment, he seems unable to speak, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Finally, he takes a deep breath and speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I... yes. I do. I love you, like that. I always have." His confession hangs in the air between you, the weight of his words heavy and real. He looks down, his cheeks flushed, clearly embarrassed and nervous about finally admitting his feelings. But there's a sense of relief in his voice as well, as if he's been carrying this secret for too long and is finally glad to have it out in the open.

Cara looks up at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of teasing or mockery. But he sees only sincerity and a hint of curiosity in your gaze. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I-I guess you're right. We have always been adventurous, haven't we? And maybe... maybe this is just another adventure." He looks down again, his blush deepening. He's clearly unsure of how to proceed, but there's a sense of excitement and anticipation in his voice as well, as if he's eager to see where this new path might lead.

Cara's heart skips a beat at your suggestion. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage before speaking. "I-I want to. But... I'm scared. I've never... I mean, I don't know what to do..." He looks away, clearly embarrassed by his admission. But after a moment, he takes a step towards you, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and fear. "W-Will you... will you teach me?"

Cara's blush deepens, and he looks down, clearly embarrassed by your question. He fidgets with the hem of his skirt, avoiding your gaze. "I-I may have... exaggerated a bit. I've never actually kissed anyone before. I just wanted to... to impress you, I guess." He trails off, looking up at you with a mix of shame and longing in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. "But I do want to kiss you. I've wanted to for a long time. I just... I don't know how." He takes a tentative step closer to you, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks at you with a mix of excitement and nervousness, waiting for your response.

Cara's eyes widen in surprise as you take him by the hips and pull him close. He lets out a soft gasp as your lips meet his, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into your embrace. He hesitates at first, unsure of how to respond, but then he closes his eyes and kisses you back, tentatively at first but with increasing enthusiasm. As you deepen the kiss, Cara lets out a soft moan, his body melting against yours. He reaches up, his hands tentatively touching your face, your hair, as if trying to memorize every detail. He presses closer to you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. The kiss feels strange at first, but it quickly becomes more natural, more satisfying. Cara's heart races in his chest, and he feels a warmth spreading through his body that he's never felt before.

Cara gasps as you both tumble to the ground, his body landing on top of yours. He looks down at you, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. He can feel your body pressed against his, and he shivers at the unfamiliar but pleasurable sensation. "Oh my... that was... intense. I've never felt anything like that before." He blushes, looking down at you with a mix of awe and nervousness. He shifts slightly, adjusting his position on top of you, and his eyes widen as he feels something hard pressing against him. "What's that? Is that... normal?" He looks at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern, clearly unsure of what's happening but eager to learn more.

Cara gasps as you grab his hips and pull him closer, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. He leans down, meeting your lips in another deep, passionate kiss. As the kiss continues, he feels his body growing warmer, his breath coming in short gasps. He shifts slightly on top of you, his hips moving instinctively to grind against yours. As he grinds against you, he feels the hardness pressing against him grow even more, and he lets out a soft moan into the kiss. He pulls back slightly, looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "I-I feel so... strange. But good. Is this... is this what it feels like to be in love?" He looks at you with a mix of wonder and desire, clearly eager to explore these new sensations and emotions with you.

Cara blushes at your question, looking away slightly. He fidgets on top of you, avoiding eye contact. "I-I might have embellished a few details. I just wanted to be seen as someone cool, I guess. I never thought you'd actually believe me." He looks back at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and longing. "But I don't need to pretend with you anymore. You know the real me now. And I... I like this. Being close to you like this. It feels right." He leans down, brushing his lips softly against yours in a gentle kiss, his body pressed firmly against yours. He pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a soft, affectionate gaze. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I don't want to pretend anymore."

Cara's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. He looks at you with a mix of happiness and disbelief, clearly touched by your compliment. "R-Really? You... you really mean that? I'm... I'm so glad." He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed in a moment of pure happiness. After a moment, he opens his eyes, looking at you with a soft, loving gaze. "I've always wanted to be more than just your best friend, you know. I've had feelings for you for so long, but I never thought you'd feel the same way." He shifts slightly on top of you, his hands coming up to cup your face gently. He looks into your eyes, his expression a mix of love and nervousness. "Can... can we keep doing this?"

Cara's eyes narrow and he smacks your arm playfully. "Don't call me 'miss', dummy. I'm not a real girl, remember? Just a guy in a dress." He grins at you, though, clearly not really upset. He settles back down onto your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. "But I'm your guy, right? At least... I want to be." He looks into your eyes, his expression soft and loving. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. "I never thought... never dreamed... that you'd feel the same way about me. That we could be... more than friends." He nuzzles against your neck, his breath tickling your skin as he speaks softly. "You make me so happy, you know that?"

Cara's heart skips a beat at your words, his eyes widening in shock and joy. He looks at you, his mouth hanging open slightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Y-You... you love me? Really? I... I love you too. So much." He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his body trembling with emotion. He pulls back after a moment, looking at you with a mix of happiness and disbelief. "I can't believe this is real. That you feel the same way about me. I've dreamed of this for so long, but I never thought it would actually happen." He wraps his arms around you tightly, burying his face in your neck as he clings to you, his body shaking with sobs of joy.

sniffling Cara takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He looks at you with a watery smile, his eyes shining with happiness. "You're right. I don't want anyone interrupting us. Not now. Not ever." He leans in, pressing his lips softly against yours in a gentle, loving kiss. He takes his time, savoring the feeling of your lips against his, pouring all of his love and joy into the kiss. As the kiss deepens, he shifts slightly on top of you, his hands sliding into your hair as he pulls you closer. He presses his body against yours, his heart racing with excitement and desire. He breaks the kiss after a moment, panting softly. He looks at you with a mischievous grin. "You know, I think I could get used to this."

smirking Cara grins at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief and pride. "Well, practice makes perfect, I guess. And I've had plenty of practice, even if it was just in my head." He leans in, nipping playfully at your bottom lip. "Maybe I should start telling you all those stories. The ones where we're together like this. The ones where we're more than just friends." He grinds his hips against yours, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels the hardness pressing against him. "I think I like reality even better, though. Having you here, like this, is so much better than any fantasy." He leans in, capturing your lips in another deep, passionate kiss, his body trembling with desire and love.

nodding Cara nods, looking at you with a soft, loving expression. "You're right. This is so much better than anything I could have imagined. And the fact that it's you... my best friend... the person I care about most in the world... makes it even more special." He shifts slightly on top of you, his hands sliding down to rest on your chest. He looks into your eyes, his expression a mix of love and nervousness. "I never thought... never dreamed... that you'd feel the same way about me. That we could be... more than friends." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. "Does this mean... that we're together now? Like... officially?"

Cara's face falls at your words, a look of disappointment and fear crossing his features. He looks down, his arms tightening around you. "I understand. I don't want anyone to know either. Not yet. Not until we're ready." He looks back up at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "But you do love me? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" He looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and longing, clearly hoping for reassurance. "I love you too, you know. So much. And I don't want to hide it, but... if we have to, for now... then I will." He leans in, pressing a soft, loving kiss to your lips. "Just promise me that one day, we won't have to hide anymore. That we can be together, openly and freely."

smiling Cara's face lights up at your promise, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He leans in, pressing a soft, loving kiss to your lips. "Thank you. That means everything to me. I love you so much." He shifts slightly on top of you, his hands sliding up to cup your face gently. He looks into your eyes, his expression a mix of love and longing. "And until then, we'll have moments like this. Moments where it's just the two of us, and we can be together without fear or judgment." He leans in again, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his body trembling with desire and love. "Just promise me one more thing. No matter what happens, no matter what anyone says... you won't push me away."

smiling Cara smiles, his heart fluttering at your words. He leans in, pressing a soft, loving kiss to your lips. "I'm so happy you feel that way. I couldn't imagine losing you, not now. Not when I finally have you in my arms." He shifts slightly, straddling your hips as he looks down at you with a mischievous grin. "You know, I think I like this view. You, lying beneath me, looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes." He leans down, nipping playfully at your bottom lip. "I could get used to this. Being in control, for once." He grinds his hips against yours, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels the hardness pressing against him. "I wonder... would you let me explore more?"

Cara blushes at your words, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. He looks down at you, his heart racing in his chest. "R-Really? You find me... attractive? Even like this?" He shifts slightly, pressing himself more firmly against you, a soft moan escaping his lips as he feels your hardness. "I can't believe it. I never thought... I mean, I've always wanted you, but I never thought you'd want me back. Not like this." He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his body trembling with desire and nerves. "I want you too. So much. I want to explore every inch of you. To show you how much I love you. How much I want you." He breaks the kiss, looking at you with a mix of love and nervousness.

Cara's eyes widen at your words, a mix of excitement and nervousness flashing across his face. He takes a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he reaches for the hem of your shirt. "Okay... I'll do it. I'll undress you. But... you have to promise me one thing. Be patient with me. This is all new to me, and I want to make it perfect for you." He starts to lift your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin as he does so. He looks at you, his eyes shining with love and desire. "I want to memorize every inch of you. To touch and taste and feel every part of you. I want to give you pleasure like you've never known before." He continues to undress you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring each moment of the experience.

angrily "What the hell? Why would you say that? I'm not a girl, you idiot! I'm a guy!" Cara glares at you, his cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment. He sits up, straddling your hips, his hands on his hips. "I put on this stupid dress for you, for the play! And now you're making fun of me for it? That's not cool, man." He looks at you, his eyes shining with hurt and anger. He shakes his head, looking away from you. "I thought you were different. I thought you actually liked me. But I guess I was wrong. You're just like everyone else." He starts to get off of you, his movements stiff and angry.

Cara pauses, turning back to look at you with a mix of confusion and hurt. He studies your face for a moment, his expression softening slightly. "A joke? You thought calling me a girl was a joke?" He shakes his head, looking away from you. "I don't find that funny, Secret-Man. Not at all." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "But... I know you didn't mean any harm by it. That's just the way you are. You say things without thinking sometimes." He looks back at you, his expression a mix of hurt and understanding. "I'm not happy that you found a way out. I wanted to spend more time with you. To be close to you." He shifts slightly, moving back to straddle your hips again, though he keeps some distance between you. "Stay. Please."