Shiori hummed softly. 'Seems like it's another draw, then!'
Konami and Shou came out simultaneously, back in their own clothes. 'Man! I really wanted to slice you up even more, Shou!'
'Why slice? You could chop, or whack, or even just simply slash at me.'
'Whatever! I'm so gonna beat you next time!'
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'Konami.'
'What, Torimaru?' said Konami, sulking in a corner.
'That last round was really close, actually.'
'Really?' Konami sprung right up. She pointed at Shou, shouting, 'I'm gonna win next time!'
'That was a lie.'
Shou sweatdropped as Konami held Osamu in a headlock. 'You tricked me, didn't you?' Osamu's glasses went white from steam (or from the light or anything, Shou didn't know) while Chika tried to convince Konami to let Osamu go. Kuga was leaning against the wall, having his duck face on like he didn't give a damn (not that he really did, though).
Karasuma spoke up again. 'Chika, do you like Osamu?'
Konami let Osamu out of her headlock. 'Where did that come from?'
Chika blushed as she stuttered. 'No, it's not like that! It's just that I'm very grateful to Osamu-kun, so I want to help him in any way I can...'
'Are you sure it's not?' Asked Shou.
'Eh? Of course!'
'Then look at this.' Shou showed Chika and Osamu the picture she took of them sleeping the night before, while blocking the other's sight.
Both Osamu and Chika flushed bright red. Osamu looked like he wanted to say something, but decided not to at the last second, making him look like a bright red goldfish. Chika was attempting to hide her face with her hands, but failed at the attempt as her ears were red as well.
Oh my.
'Shou-senpai, did you show them that photo?' Asked Kuga with a smirk on his face.
'Yup. Seems like they're pretty shocked though... That's good.'
Osamu's face had returned to its normal colour by now, and he glared at Shou, perhaps wanting her to feel guilty, but failed miserably.
Konami asked with a curious face. 'What on earth did you show them...?'
'Who knows?'
