TW: this chapter contains mention of sexual assault that may be upseting for some readers (nothing too descriptive).

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The days pass, and Helia finds herself unable to make contact with Toji. The inability to speak with him weighs heavily on her mind, and a mix of anger and hurt swirls within her.

She feels frustrated by his apparent avoidance, and the unresolved situation between them fills her with a sense of helplessness. How is she supposed to clear things up if she can't even talk to him?

Without a chance to talk to Toji, her anger and frustration build. The situation becomes more disheartening, and her hope of reconciliation begins to wane.

Right now, she enters the room of a clan member that she was asked to clean, she finds herself with some peace as the person is not present at the moment.

She has the opportunity to carry out her cleaning tasks without any disturbances. She begins to tidy up the space, immersed in the methodical process of dusting, sweeping, and tidying up.

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After thirty minutes in the room, the sound of the door opening behind her draws her attention. With a quick glance, she peeks through the corner of her eyes to see who has entered.

Her heart skips a beat as she recognizes Naoya, the very person she had hoped to avoid.

His eyes widen slightly, and a repugnant grin spreads across his face as his gaze falls upon her. He remarks slyly.

"Well, well, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't think I'd get to see you here."

Terror grips her heart as Naoya turns the lock, trapping her inside the room with him.

The air suddenly feels heavier, charged with a sense of danger as she realizes she's alone with him in a locked room.

She stands there, trying to maintain her composure despite the fear that courses through her veins. Naoya takes a step closer, his smirk growing wider as he slowly moves closer to her.

As she backs up slowly, she finds herself quickly pressed against the wall, her escape route blocked. Naoya continues to approach, his predatory stance growing ever closer. His expression remains smug and self-satisfied. He suddenly grabs one of her arms tightly.

"What are you doing?" She asks as she glares at him.

His grip tightens around her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh. He leans closer, his face inches from hers as he sneers. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm enjoying having you all to myself."

She attempts to pry Naoya's hand off her arm, trying to free herself from his grip. However, his hold on her is strong, making it difficult for her to break free.

"Let go!"

Naoya's response is a mocking laugh as he tightens his grip on her arm even more. He forcefully drags her and pushes her onto the bed, using his weight to keep her pinned down.

Her struggles to break free become more desperate as he uses his strength to hold her in place.

He leans in closer, his face hovering above hers. His voice is hushed and deceptively soothing as he whispers.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Just relax and let me do what I want."

Her efforts to push him away are fruitless as Naoya grips her wrists with bruising force, pinning them down.

The strength of his grip on her wrists leaves her forearms aching. With her wrists locked in his grasp and her body pinned beneath his weight, she feels helpless and scared, unable to break free from his hold.

He closes the gap between them, leaning even closer. She can feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

The sensation is revolting, and the knowledge that he has complete control over the situation makes her stomach churn with revulsion.

A tremor begins to run through her body, starting subtly and growing stronger. Her breathing becomes shallower, and her heart pounds against her chest, the fear building within her.

He chuckles against her neck, and it sends a chill down her spine. His breath against her skin feels like an unpleasant caress.

The sound of his amusement in this frightening situation only heightens her sense of dread and helplessness.

He closes the gap between his lips and her neck, creating a sensation that is both uncomfortable and repulsive.

In a desperate attempt to break free, she tries to push him away with all her strength, but his weight on top of her makes it nearly impossible to create any distance between them. Her eyes start to water as she shakes harder than before.

In the middle of the whirlwind of emotions and fear, she tries to gather her thoughts and focus her mind.

She tries to find a way to break free, to stop Naoya's advances, but her options seem limited with the weight of his body holding her down.

She tries to calm herself down, as she remembers the training she has endured with Toji, the hours spent learning self-defense and fighting techniques, come rushing back.

She realizes that she isn't helpless, that she has the knowledge and skills to resist and fight back. The realization gives her a surge of hope and courage as she mentally prepares to act.

She lies there, pinned under Naoya's weight, when she notices that her legs have some degree of mobility.

As Naoya continues to move his lips on her neck, now grabbing her hair, she musters every ounce of strength she can.

With a burst of courage, she brings her knee up with a sudden and powerful movement between his legs, delivering a sharp and precise blow.

His body jolts, and his grip on her hair and wrist loosens as the blow connects with its target. He lets out a pained gasp, his face contorting in a mix of agony and surprise.

The impact momentarily disrupts his dominant position, creating an opening for her to act.

She pushes him off her with all her strength, and he falls to the ground with a hard thump, his eyes widening in pain and surprise. He gasps for breath, clutching his private parts in agony, and struggles to get up, disoriented by the sudden blow.

"You bitch-"

With a sense of urgency, she gets off the bed and move towards Naoya, who lies groaning on the ground.

Using the element of surprise, she delivers another swift kick with her foot, aiming directly at the hand protecting his private parts. The impact causes him to let out another painful cry, effectively incapacitating him for the moment.

His face contorts in a mix of anger and pain as he looks at her, still clutching his private parts.

Despite his position on the floor, he glares back at her, his eyes filled with frustration and anger. The tables have turned, and he's no longer the one in control.

Her voice is firm and filled with determination as she glares down at Naoya.

"Don't you ever lay your disgusting hands on me again!"

He struggles to kneel on the floor, still reeling from the pain inflicted by her kick. He doesn't respond to her words, his gaze still filled with a mix of anger and pain. His breathing is labored as he tries to recover from the blow.

As she prepares to leave, something within her prompts Helia to return for one final act of defiance.

She swings her leg and deliver a powerful kick to Naoya's stomach. The blow makes him fall back onto the floor, knocking the wind out of him. She then yells at him.

"Disgusting asshole!"

With a trembling hand, she collects her cleaning supplies, the rush of adrenaline and fear still coursing through her veins.

As she unlocks the door and step out of the room, she catches a glimpse of Naoya still on the floor, groaning in pain from her earlier actions. The sound of his labored breathing and moans of discomfort follows her as she exits, leaving the scene of the confrontation behind.

She closes the door behind her, shutting off the sight and sounds of Naoya's pain. She walks for a few minutes before leaning against a wall in a quiet corridor, shuddering all over.

Her mind is still reeling from the sudden turn of events. She takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart and gather her thoughts.

She repeats the words to herself, a mantra of reassurance. "I'm alright, I defended myself. I'm alright..."

The words become a soothing balm to her racing thoughts, reinforcing the fact that she has managed to stand up for herself in the middle of the chaos.

She pushes herself off the wall and starts walking. With each step she takes, the trembling in her body gradually starts to subside.

The adrenaline slowly drains away, leaving her in a state of somewhat composure. She continues to walk through the corridors, repeating those reassuring words in her mind.

"I'm alright... I'm alright..."

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Hey guys! I wasn't sure about this chapter and the sexual assault. So please tell me if I offended anyone. And if I did, just know that I'm sorry and it wasn't my attention.

And don't worry the situation between Toji and Helia is going to get better soon!

Sorry again if I was clumsy with my words.