Otonashi watched her with a keen interest. How could she fall asleep like that? in a situation like this? How could she reamin so calm like that? He sat at the foot of the bed, his chin resting upon the mattress as he knelt on the floor. He stared at her, just stared at her. He watched her flat chest rise and fall with steady breaths of slumber. This girl was a mystery to him. Kanade Tachibana, Angel, was a complete mystery to him. What made her tick? What kept her so collected? All he had in his head were questions about her, questions that he couldn't answer and questions that he would never ask her out loud. These were also questions that he would never ask Yurippe; she hardly knew anything about Angel to begin with so he doubted that she knew anything of this beautiful specimen's complexities and innermost desires and thoughts.
He just stared at her, watching her, intensely studying everything about her. He was memorizing her. The way her silver strands cascaded gently over tiny soulders, and the motion that her small chest made as she inhaled and exhaled. He allowed his eyes to travel along the gentle curve of her legs that were tucked beside her as she slept, propped against the wall. His trail stopped at the hem of her skirt however but hovered there for a moment, examining just how the fabrics folded along her body, and he followed the hem carefully yo see where it went.
And Otonashi caught a glimpse of something beneath the skirt. Her underwear were a light pink and although he couldn't see much of them, the color was all he needed to know. He closed his eyes, gulped a shallow breath and bound his lips tightly between his teeth. His fingers tapped against his belt buckle as he debated what to do with himself. She could wake up at any moment: this thought only made it more arousing to him and the extra room in his pants was decreasing with each second that he wasted by trying to think rationally about the situation. He ignored rationality for now and pulled his belt free from the loop that secured it to his waist. In an instant, the leather strap was on the concrete floor beside him and he was awkwardly working to unbutton his pants and tug the zipper down. His tongue ran across his dry lips, his eyes set on the petite girl sleeping only a few feet from him.
Otonashi panted and bit back and groan that caught in his throat as thoughts continued streaming in his mind like a movie that played only for him, a personal slideshow of every fantasy he had ever dreamed up, all of which starred Kanade Tachibana, the mysteriuous girl with the child-like figure and the beautiful sliver hair. His free hand gripped desperately at the sheet on the hard mettress, clawing at it hard enough to whiten his knuckles. He clenched his eyes closed, trying his hardest to make the images as vivid as possible, he needed to feel as though everything he was thinking up was really happening, he needed to put himself under the impression that Kanade would actually do these things with him, that she would be willing to fulfill everything that he was thinking up.
He relooped his belt through his pants after zipping and buttoning them up and he leaned himself against the door of the cell, his knees acting as armrests. The walkie talkie next to him buzzed with the unpleasant sound of static followed by the even more unpleasant sound of Yurippe's voice. Had she interrupted him, the moment would have been ruined and his private film would have been cut short. When Otonashi heard her voice, all desire in him disappeared completely.