Ayumi puffs out her cheeks and scans through the list once more. All of the students below her are leaning in intently, wondering if their slip got chosen. "Next up is the one that says, 'Bath.'"
"That's me!" Mayu speaks up, hands respectively placed in her lap. She has her slips in front of her, edges of the paper slightly curling. Ayumi leans over to her and gestures her hand towards her, to which she gratefully accepts.
The class rep leads the brunette to the bathroom, pristine and impeccably perfect. "In this one, you have to take a bath. You're okay with that, right?" Ayumi asks, furrowing her brows and gazing straight into the taller girl's eyes. Mayu nods, strands of hair that's tied up perkily bouncing with her movement. She strips down to her underwear, snow white undergarments covering her body. Kicking away the clothes in a corner, she hesitantly slips out of her underwear, fumbling with the closure of her bra. The blue haired girl walks past her and leans over to run the bath.
Testing the water temperature with a quick dab of her finger, she immediately pulls it back. A scalding stream of water gushes out from the tap, stinging her finger. It fogs up the mirror, and Mayu looks over at her, hand placed onto her shoulder. "I'm alright," she says, childishly smiling.
"Okay, if I remember correctly," Ayumi clicks her tongue, firmly clasping her hands together, "you're supposed to get into the bath and the lights will be off."
The light flickers off, and Mayu slides into the bath, warm water tickling her body. The air conditioning is activated, buzzing from the vents. "Make sure you're facing the taps," Ayumi says. She's leaning against the sink, worried eyes searching for her friend's silhouette. She barely sees it, Mayu's ifgure being discreetly hidden by the darkness.
"Alright!" The brunette's hands swish smoothly in the water, fingers tapping against the bathtub's rim. She feels someone massaging her scalp, undoing her ponytail and a clang of beads are heard against the sink's porcelain counter. Mayu shudders, gasping.
"Y-you're supposed to wash your hair… here." A bottle of shampoo is shoved at her chest. She doesn't know what scent or brand it was, but she could detect the faint tropical vibes it had. Mayu shrugs, rolling with it and squeezing out a reasonable amount of the gooey substance. It ran through the crevices of her hands, dripping from her palms and splashing into the water. She rubs her hands together, getting product on both palms, and runs it through her scalp.
"Repeat the words, 'Daruma-san fell down,' multiple times. Keep washing your hair." The blue haired girl orders. She plays with her fingers, eyes shifting left to right. All blue irises saw were the pitch black void. Mayu hums, and in a sing song voice, she says, "Daruama-san fell down, Daruama-san fell down, Daruama-san fell down~!"
Mayu shuts her eyes, relaxing into the soothing lathering of the shampoo. The water turns cloudy from leftover suds falling in. The drama club member imagines a woman, slim adumbration standing in the bathtub. The same one Mayu is in. She imagines the woman slipping. She falls onto the tap, eye being gouged out of the socket and blood spattering on the rust.
There she stood behind her, spine drooping low and oily jet black locks dangling in front of her head.
"If you see her," Ayumi swallows, hand feeling her own heartbeat, "ask her, 'Why did you fall in the bath?'"
Mayu hears a croak, broken and raspy. The woman's eyes, right one with a hollow, bloody socket and the left bloodshot, wide open, stare at the wall's adjacent bathroom tiles. Broken veins are underneath her eyelids, lack of sleep taking over. Her hand, bony and dry, reaches out to grab the brunette's shoulder. "Daurama-san," Mayu calls, voice almost echoing. All is silent, except for the delicate humming of the air conditioner. Ayumi purses her lips tightly, anxiously rubbing her hands together. "Why did you fall in the bath?"
A swish of water is heard, assuming she lunged over her head, and Mayu jumps up from the bath, eyes still tightly shut. Ayumi grabs her arm and the pile of clothes that the drama club member discarded, and heads out, shutting the door behind them. An audible thump comes from behind the door, ragged groans muffled by the compacted walls. The blue haired girl hands Mayu a folded towel, pink and fluffy, like cotton. Her eyes flash open, green optics examining the surroundings. 'We must be in a closet,' she thinks, graciously accepting the towel and wrapping it around her body.
"You did w-well…" Ayumi stammers, blush beginning to form. Mayu, delighted with the praise, beams. There's a type of radiating heat coming from her, and the class representative gets out of the tight space as quickly as she could. Yet Mayu Suzumoto didn't allow her, indirectly.
"Thank you, Shinozaki…!" A tilt of the head and a little shine of her eyes make Ayumi's knees weak to the core, heart just about to gush its feelings out. Mayu wraps the towel around her body as she does so, skin slick with water and hair wafting with the coconut-banana scent the shampoo possessed.
Out of pure instinct, Ayumi's soft lips touch Mayu's cheek, and she relaxes into it. A giggle comes from the bubbly girl and the blue haired girl swings the door open, but quickly closes it for the brunette's privacy. Satoshi quirks up a brow as she enters the room, stiffer than usual.
"What happened— something gone wrong?" He asks, touching the class representative's shoulder. She shakes her head, cheeks filled with air. Seiko howls with laughter, fully aware of what happened in between the four walls of the closet. Naomi pats her head, worriedly, trying to calm her down.
"I th-think," the curly haired girl laughs a bit more, before wiping her tears away and leaning on her best friend's shoulder, "That things went perfectly." Ayumi gives the girl a partially annoyed look, rolling her eyes and taking a seat next to the cunning girl.
"So," Seiko gives everyone a devilish grin, amber eyes darting from right to left, "Wanna do each other's hair?" The boys groan, Morishige taking off his glasses to rub his eyes, and the two girls next to Seiko laugh playfully. Satoshi stubbornly crosses his arms and childishly pouts, something that his plum haired sister would do.
"Ugh, do we really have to do that?!"
"Oh come on…" Seiko groans, throwing her hands up in the air. "If you don't do it, you won't get these babies—!" She sneers, quickly groping Naomi's breasts. The brunette smacks her hands away in response, uncomfortably shifting away from her. Satoshi is beet red, burying his face into his knees as Yoshiki mumbles embarrassing things in his ear. Morishige smirks, enjoying the situation.
Mayu steps out of the closet, pajamas free of any harsh wrinkles. A stunning smile is on her face, arms placed behind her. She sits down next to her drama club friend, occasionally giving the blue haired girl a yes-I-know-what-you-did look.
mayu/ayumi is a Good pairing (link to thing here: www . scaryforkids bath-game)
i think next is satoshi or seiko? also obv. the games they did will haunt them until monday why would i not do tht
