AN: Let's just say that the chapter was very unsatisfying for me. So here's a bonus. May or may not be canon.

"Well that was a disaster."

Sitting next to me, my junior is looking as miserable as she was yesterday. I try to smile her trouble away, but unfortunately I'm not the class mom.

"I'm sorry." Shizuku whispers, looking down on her feet. "You did so much for me yet I still…"

I shook my head.

"Hey, I know that girl, alright? She's basically just a machine. It's no shame to lose to that monster."

I look forward through the large display window that shows the busy road of the commercial district. I somehow find the sight of people scurrying about to be comforting.

"Still…" Shizuku looks at me dejectedly, as if she was too ashamed to look me in the eyes. "My classmates were laughing at me."

"Is that what you're worried about?"

"Uhm." she nods noncommittally. "They probably hate me even more now."

"Probably, yeah."

I admit. I'm not the best at giving motivational speeches. So I'm not even going to try.

"I wonder why they dislike me so much." she said, probably to herself more than to me. "Do they think I'm annoying?"

"Nah, pretty sure they just think you're a slut."

"Huh?"

Oh shit I said that out loud.

"Well, I mean, you're cute, but otherwise you don't stand out much. So it's only natural that people assume you're a shallow girl that has got nothing but her looks."

Oh my cursed mouth.

"Y-you think so?"

"Er...they're probably just jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah, since you stole all their potential boyfriends."

You know what, I probably shouldn't even try to salvage this. I just make things worse.

"But...I have a boyfriend already."

"They probably thinks he's just one of many."

"Oh." Her face droops in realization. "I...I see."

Oh, come on. Don't tell me you haven't realized already? I thought it was obvious!

"So...what's your suggestion?"

"Huh?"

"How do I make them stop thinking of me as a sl-loose woman?"

Wait, you're asking me?

You're asking the girl that spent a class looking at dicks on her phone how to stop smelling like a thirsty bitch?

"Shit, I don't know. Pretend to be a lesbian?"

I, of course, meant that as a joke.

But no one should ever underestimate the ability of an innocent slut to take everything seriously.

"You...you think that could work?"

"Of course not. They'd just see you as a bisexual slut."

"Oh." She looks down, dejected. Oh, come on. Did you seriously think that was a valid advice?

I'm about to chuckle when the door to the coffee shop opens accompanied by the sound of gossiping girls. I turn around and see a bunch of girls wearing my school uniform.

Hey, aren't those your classma-"

I am silenced.

My lips are suddenly gagged by a soft thing, and my mouth is full of wrigling flesh.

My vision is full. I cannot see anything but one thing.

Her face.

It takes my brain what feels like an eternity to figure out what happened. And by that time, my junior has moved away from me, panting with her face red.

She mutters something under her breath. I'd move in closer to hear it better, but my body apparently still needs time to catch up.

"It's worth a try…"