Sayuri was jolted awake by Nazuna who deemed it okay to jump the younger girl in her sleep. The more she tried to hide herself, the more intrigued and motivated Nazuna got. Seeing her chance, Nazuna went to grab the girl only to have her roll out of the way -only to collide harshly into the wall. She was covering her neck with all she had, like it was some precious jewel. She was wailing for Nazuna to stop while Nazuna was just being plain loud, laughing and questioning what she was hiding. A heavy lump fell on her back and hands seized hers, struggling to pull them away from her neck.
"Ho... Wait!" Sayuri pleaded to deaf ears, shaking and wriggling to try and get the larger woman off. She just grinned and steadied herself, she was finding out no matter what. Since Sayuri was so reluctant in showing her neck and to add onto that, she was blushing, something is definitely there. As soon as Sayuri was flipped over by some unruly strength Nazuna had, her guard dropped for a second from the surprise and her hands weakened, seeing her chance, Nazuna was about to fulfil her fangirl needs when the door opened. Loudly.
He wasn't sure what to make of the current scene. Nazuna clicked her tongue, he was wearing his scarf so she couldn't see. Thanking all the Gods in existence, Sayuri's hold tightened and Nazuna pulled back. Seeing that it wasn't Nazuna attacking and trying to strip Sayuri, he smiled, "What's going on?" He knew exactly what was going on this despicable playboy.
Nazuna pouted and Sayuri caught her breath before retreating into her futon, "Sayuri won't show me her neck..." As if that was normal.
His head fell to one side in confusion, lying bastard, "Her neck?" He sounded pretty innocent and how he usually did, whatever happens when he's alone with someone? Though, she'd prefer it if it was just her he acted that way around... Becoming the jealous girlfriend already. From that, Sayuri was having a full blown debate in her head about whether they're actually dating or not.
"Well... I guess I'll stop bothering her if you show me yours." Nazuna suggested slyly, thinking she was a genius; even though she didn't think about whether or not he had one at all or if it wasn't on his neck or even if Sayuri was even hiding one at all...
He complied easily, taking off his scarf for a second. Nazuna was seriously disappointed and depressed, now she'd said that, there's no way she can bother Sayuri now. She huffed and watched Soujirou smile innocently as he readjusted his scarf. Lucky, it was on his collarbone.
As Nazuna left, Souji went and sat next to where Sayuri was contemplating completely irrelevant things. She soon felt a hand on her back, through the blanket, and peered out with one hand covering the mark. "Nazuna's gone?" Her eyes quickly scanned the room for any danger before she sighed, relieved.
"Yep!" Soujirou replied cheerfully, he noted her discomfort and felt a little bad... But he understood she was bad around people and was a shy and anxious person, so he just assured himself she was completely fine with him, just nervous of the reactions she'd get. Which he was spot on really. She sat up and her hands fell to her lap, her cheeks still pink; she couldn't look him in the eye, as the memories of last night might dredge up, so she kept her head low.
His smile turned soft as he grabbed one of her hands, with his free hand he began to remove his scarf once more before wrapping it around Sayuri. As he stood up, his hand lingered on hers for a second longer; he got to see her smile, when he gave her his scarf. He left quietly and Sayuri decided she'd best get properly dressed. Not before looking at the article she was given and smiling blissfully.
Was Nazuna happy when Souji exited through the back door, her peeking on them would have been discovered if he came out where she was. She had on a fulfilled smirk, that purple mark and the clear intimacy between them... Unmistakable. Now she's got to find someone to gossip with who won't tell anyone else...
...Shiroe would be her best option... But... Shiroe? She groaned, why was everyone so untrustworthy or head over heels for Souji!?
Then an effeminate man's face came into her mind, Dolce wouldn't tell right?
Though, the fact that Soujirou's appearance had changed ever so slightly caught the attention of everyone. There were mutters and questions asked all over the guild hall, 'Where was Soujirou-sama's scarf?', 'Where's Soujirou-chan's scarf?', or in Olive's case, she was screaming bloody murder at the sight and beginning preparations for 'the case of Sou-sama's missing scarf'.
Although when Sayuri finally emerged from her room wearing the said scarf, there was even more of an uproar. Jealous girls, an amused Dolce, confused girls, the occults conspiracy theories.
By this point, Nazuna had already spilled the beans to Dolce; who sweared secrecy.
Sayuri was thinking it was a bad idea to wear his clothes, it attracted more attention than a small bruise on her neck. But she was thankful nevertheless, it was warm and comfortable.
The day was fine until a few of the girls fell sick, apparently a new epidemic quest or something... And just who had to fall sick as well? Yep, Sayuri. -Yeah I'm aware this happened before the roundtable but I forgot it so I'm putting it in now.
So there she sat in the same room as, what? Three other girls?, sweaty and feeling like crap. She had a towel on her head and lay quietly, listening to the harsh breaths of everyone else wasn't too soothing. They'd been told that the rest of the guild is going out to search for the medicine, so they didn't catch the sickness too as well. But there was someone else staying behind to care for them, along with Sara of course.
She was hungry, and hot, her head was clammy, and her eyes stung. Her fever hadn't declined and she guessed the same for the others.
There was a little background noise, but that mainly went forgotten; eventually the door shook and someone walked through.
Sayuri was confused, obviously in her delirious state her thinking wasn't exactly clear, but whoever it was... Was not the real Soujirou. A silhouette of the man stood at the door, but his voice as he called out to them was too female and desperate.
The only thing she could guess... Would be Kurinon, taking advantage of the sick to fill her perverted needs.
Her guess was confirmed almost immediately as 'he' told them to strip and let 'him' wipe the sweat from their backs.
If she was actually able to function, maybe she would have wondered where she got the clothes from; did she actually sneak in his room and steal his clothes? A for effort, but she wasn't stripping.
She hid in the corner hoping not to be found, though considering she was practically about to die from starvation of air, she had to look out of the blankets and breathe. She'll possibly never wipe the memory from her head, a lot of naked girls that trusted Soujirou way too much... I mean how could they think that the perverted ball of noseblood was Soujirou... She'll never know.
After sexually harassing the others, her female sensor went off and she scouted an innocent Sayuri in the corner. Now, she wasn't as busty as Nazuna or as flat as Isami, but that's not to say there was nothing there... They were a normal size. Problem was that her body was quaint and skinny, this seemed to make her... excited.
By the end of the torture session Sayuri, and the others I suppose, had to endure, Kurinon was flat out on the floor with a serious nosebleed, twitching. Sayuri was scarred for life and huddled up in the corner.
