"Well, she decided to replace all my underwear- all of it- with lingerie… and in my pursuit of revenge, two people saw, um, including Noya-kun." I whisper, fiddling with the headphones as Suga's hands stop on my shoulders. "Wait, really?" Suga asks, and I just nod, running a hand through my hair. "No wonder he's been bumbling about an angel in black, he's been totally out of it for a while now." Suga says, chuckling softly as I groan in embarrassment. "I kinda hoped I could play it off as he got a concussion and started seeing things. I mean, it'd make sense right? He got hit with a volleyball so hard he got a nosebleed." I say, nibbling my bottom lip as Suga hums softly. "Black, huh?" Suga says, making my cheeks burn as I turn to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh come on Suzuki-chan, I'm a man. Don't look at me like that." Suga chuckles as I drop my gaze to the ground. "Well, Aima chose it all, and it wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for one thing- they're… they're all lace, and I don't mind lace, but I have to choose which one I want to show off, but I don't want to show off!" I say, seeming to confuse Suga as he raises an eyebrow at me, making me sigh.
"It's only lace on my privates, but I get to choose if I show off my breasts, or… that… or both. There's not one that covers both." I whisper, Suga's mouth forming an 'O' before he clears his throat. "And right now?" Suga asks, his voice rough as I fiddled with my fingers. "Well, I can wear pants to cover… that, but some of my shirts aren't boob friendly, so I went with boob friendly." I whisper, Suga slowly nodding as he takes a moment to breathe. "Well, if you think about it, isn't it kind of like wearing something revealing for dance? I don't mean go flashing people, but it kinda fits? I can't do anything for… that, but if you want, I can give you some athletic tape to cover your… nipples… in the meantime. If it'll help." Suga offers, and I slowly turn to him, wrapping him up in a tight hug. "That'd be fantastic Suga-Senpai! Thank you for your advice, you're right, I mean, it's kinda like wearing something for a dance, as much as I hate it, but… it's not like I can do anything about it but wear stuff that hides it for the most part." I sigh, itching the back of my neck though Suga pausing as he looks at my neck. "What happened to your neck?" Suga asks, and I quickly cover it, my cheeks burning.
"If it's alright, I'd rather not talk about it. Don't you need to get back now? I'll wake Tsuki-kun." I say, though Kei just snorts. "I'm awake." He says, his voice rough as he stands, patting himself off. "Tsuki-kun! How long have you been awake?" I ask, shyly handing him his headphones back which he takes, smiling at me. "Long enough to know you're wearing black." He says, making me blush as I open my mouth. "Oh, well, I'm going to disappear under a rock now." I say turning to slink back to the gym as Suga and Kei follow behind me. "It's okay, I mean it's Aima's fault, not yours." Kei says, gently patting my shoulder before he walks ahead. "Still embarrassing." I mumble, Suga chuckling softly as all three of us walk into the gym. "Come on, I'll give you that tape. I've got my own personal stash." Suga says, pointing over to a group of bags. I follow him, waiting patiently as he searches for it. "Found it!" He says, pulling it out and handing it to me. "Thank you, Suga-Senpai!" I say, giving him another hug before running back over to the dance corner. I notice Aima sparing me anxious glances, though she tried to play it off and hide it.
