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1. You will notice this chapter is incredibly short as it has been edited of sexual content. If you want to read all the juicy bits, please see my AO3 profile of a completely unedited version of this chapter.

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"Lady (On Film)" by Chromatics

"Seiya…? Seiya…?"

She felt several firm presses on her shoulder, responding only with a wince and a sniffle.

But yet the blasted pressing kept persisting. She had to use all the strength in her face to peel her eyelids open and see an obscured face behind her hair

The mere act of trying to open her eyes submitted Seiya's body to the hangover ache that only several servings of whiskey could bring, causing her to close her eyes to try to return to painless sleep. But now she could feel her hair on her face and its annoying tickle on her nose. And this person was adamant to awaken her.

Odango.

Remembering the night before, her eyes opened a little easier as she pulled her hair from her face to see Yaten sitting on the edge of the bed in a sports bra and workout capri pants.

"We're going to the gym," Yaten had a slouch to her posture and a rasp to her voice.

"Um…" Seiya looked over to the other side of the bed, and was relieved, yet crestfallen, to find it empty. She didn't want to imagine having to explain sharing a bed with Usagi. She turned toward the nightstand and grabbed her phone to check for any text messages…

But there were none.

Maybe the banner decided not to show up on the lock screen, so Seiya unlocked her phone to check her text and call history, only to find nothing missed or received from the morning at all.

Maybe she had only just left and hadn't made it home yet, or maybe she did make it home but was so tired she went straight back to sleep. Maybe her phone died. Maybe this hotel had shitty signal. Maybe she had shitty signal…

"Are you coming?" Yaten demanded with a twitching eye.

"Yes, give me five minutes!" Seiya snarled through a yawn.

Yaten scoffed as she stood up from the bed to trudge out of the room.

Seiya sat up still with her eyes locked on her screen. She had opened hers and Usagi's text conversation which only consisted of Usagi's one message of the blushing drunk emoji from when they traded phone numbers at the nightclub.

Surely things were okay… the last thing she could remember was holding Usagi as she snuggled into her chest before they fell asleep. She was so warm and her hair smelled of sweat and gardenia. However, Seiya couldn't help but get that unshakable uneasy feeling in her chest to round out the pain of her aching head. Why wouldn't she have woken her up, left a note or a text? Did she do something wrong?

But she also reminded herself to stay calm. Usagi's phone could have very well died, and she wasn't home yet or it wasn't fully charged. There was no reason she would be mad, and if she were mad, she should feel comfortable enough to talk to Seiya… right? She didn't indicate in any way she was unhappy or unsatisfied in the slightest. So, it couldn't hurt to check on her… right?

"Hey Odango. How are you feeling? Did you make it home okay?"

She hovered her thumb in hesitation for a few moments until she finally pressed the send button, and as soon as that happened, Seiya tossed the device somewhere on top of the covers. She dragged herself out of bed and readied herself in gym attire within the allotted time she gave Yaten. And as she was prepared to leave, she grabbed her phone to see that Usagi hadn't responded.

It wouldn't be until the next day that a response would come.

"Hey Seiya. Can we talk?"