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kat8chaItsuki fidgeted.
Itsuki knew he would eventually have to get out of the bathroom and join the others for practice but he felt so exposed. Skirts were just terribly drafty, and Itsuki still felt like the skirt barely fit. Bane-san had probably planned to have Ryou wear it or something, because the skirt was tight around Itsuki's waist, and didn't even reach mid thigh. Ryou would probably have looked good in it.
But Ryou hadn't lost the bet.
"Hey, Ittchan?" Saeki questioned, quietly rapping on the stall door. Itsuki let out a surprised snort, and Saeki laughed slightly. "Okay, yeah, got the right stall."
Blushing Itsuki fidgeted, Saeki always made him feel like a girl.
"Anyway," Saeki continued, reassured now that he knew Itsuki was listening, "you don't have to do this you know. I mean; no one'll force you."
"…why?" Itsuki questioned, placing his hand on the cool metal of the door. In his head he imagined Saeki placing his hand right on the other side of the metal, so that they were practically touching. Of course in reality Saeki was probably standing with his hands in his pockets.
Fabric rustled, Itsuki guessed Saeki had just shrugged. "Because it's just a stupid bet, nobody thought you'd participate."
Itsuki frowned. Why hadn't they thought he'd participate? It's not like the bet had only been exclusive.
"Plus Shudou figures you can't fit the skirt and that's why you're hiding, because you split a seam or something." Saeki's tone was jovial, obviously joking, but Shudou probably did think Itsuki didn't fit the skirt. Itsuki didn't exactly have a thin waist.
"Anyway," Saeki stated. "You can come out any time, I'll be on the courts." Saeki's footsteps moved away from the stall and after a few steps Itsuki heard the creek of the bathroom door. Crossing his arms Itsuki thought.
The other's wouldn't care if he didn't complete this penalty, but they wouldn't include him in any of their later bets or risky games. Itsuki might not enjoy those types of things but he liked being included. Life wasn't all about clams after all.
Gathering his courage Itsuki let out a short emphatic whistle and stepped out of the bathroom, striding through the clubroom and out onto the court…
Only to flee back into the bathroom at Davide's wolf whistle.
But Ryou hadn't lost the bet.
"Hey, Ittchan?" Saeki questioned, quietly rapping on the stall door. Itsuki let out a surprised snort, and Saeki laughed slightly. "Okay, yeah, got the right stall."
Blushing Itsuki fidgeted, Saeki always made him feel like a girl.
"Anyway," Saeki continued, reassured now that he knew Itsuki was listening, "you don't have to do this you know. I mean; no one'll force you."
"…why?" Itsuki questioned, placing his hand on the cool metal of the door. In his head he imagined Saeki placing his hand right on the other side of the metal, so that they were practically touching. Of course in reality Saeki was probably standing with his hands in his pockets.
Fabric rustled, Itsuki guessed Saeki had just shrugged. "Because it's just a stupid bet, nobody thought you'd participate."
Itsuki frowned. Why hadn't they thought he'd participate? It's not like the bet had only been exclusive.
"Plus Shudou figures you can't fit the skirt and that's why you're hiding, because you split a seam or something." Saeki's tone was jovial, obviously joking, but Shudou probably did think Itsuki didn't fit the skirt. Itsuki didn't exactly have a thin waist.
"Anyway," Saeki stated. "You can come out any time, I'll be on the courts." Saeki's footsteps moved away from the stall and after a few steps Itsuki heard the creek of the bathroom door. Crossing his arms Itsuki thought.
The other's wouldn't care if he didn't complete this penalty, but they wouldn't include him in any of their later bets or risky games. Itsuki might not enjoy those types of things but he liked being included. Life wasn't all about clams after all.
Gathering his courage Itsuki let out a short emphatic whistle and stepped out of the bathroom, striding through the clubroom and out onto the court…
Only to flee back into the bathroom at Davide's wolf whistle.
