[demino_hellsin]

I am sorely reminded of that one mobile suit from gundam X... y'know... that white one that was too fast to get hit by beam rifles? but was so squishy it got blown to bits by quad-barrel vulcans.

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Spoiler for awkward enough?:

Gentarou looked down at the pristine tiles that made up the cold floor. Using all his willpower, he tried his best not to pay attention to anything but that little smudge he noticed that marred the perfect surface.

“Hey, look at me! I'm talking to you!”, the voice of an irate girl demanded his attention.

It was impolite not to face the person talking you. That was basic courtesy and honor when it came to him. But in his current predicament, he didn't think it was possible at all. “A-are you decent?”

“O-of course I am.”, the girl stuttered.

Trusting her words, the male teen looked up. Fainting was such a wonderful act right about now, too bad Gentarou never had a case of anemia before. He quickly averted his gaze with a panicked rasp, “You call being wrapped in a towel decent?”

A high pitched squeak of disbelief, which Gentarou did not believe was quite possible, came from the girl. “I have underwear underneath this, UN-DER-WEAR!”, she reasoned to him.

“Still not decent.”, Gentarou shook his head forcefully.

“Then I'll talk to you.”, a girl with a lower tone of voice volunteered.

Gentarou could tell she was in front of him from the shadow that was suddenly cast over that spot of the floor he mulled over. Looking forward... He came face to face with a rather creamy pair of thighs and a small pair of pant-

“Zip up your pants!”, the delinquent looking male threw his arms over his face in horror of what he was unknowingly doing. Definitely, not trying to hide the trail of drool that was trailing down the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, sorry about that.”, the girl stated without really sounding sorry at all.

“Mou. Asagi-san shouldn't apologize to the pervert.”, one of the girls in the crowd reprimanded the girl before Gentarou.

“Ah, don't worry about that sort of thing.”, Asagi zipped up her pants audibly. Her tone was casual, if Gentarou heard right, it almost seemed as if she didn't mind. “Hey.”, she called his attention. He didn't reply. “You can look up now.”, the girl told him.

The young man faced forward, thankful that he had someone to focus on who was clothed. Then he groaned as he placed hand to his face. Was there even a point in clothing when the jeans were hugging those legs from knee to waist almost possessively? And that shirt clung to her as if she put it on right after a shower without bothering to towel down. Looking at her face, the moisture on messy short black hair confirmed his theory.