May I just say that it took me four different versions to finish this chapter?

But anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the version I picked.

This chapter is unbeta'd because I had to post this immediately. I'll edit it when I have time because I'll be really busy for the upcoming days, so I finished this chapter so all of you will be able to read it.

As usual, adult situations. Please be warned.

Last note: I took liberties in interpreting how a Yato can get sick. I hope it's rather believable.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama. It belongs to Hideaki Sorachi. I only own the plot, the ideas and the gag in this fanfiction.

Of Addiction and Neglect

Chapter 7

From early spring, the season had turned to the hottest July summer Edo has ever had.

Kagura did what she could to keep cool, especially since her 'room' was a closet, and it could get dangerously hot there. Unfortunately, despite moving her 'room' to the couch during night time, she sweated so much that she took baths thrice a day to keep cool. She may have adapted to the temperature and weather conditions on Earth, but she was still a Yato who was sensitive to sunlight and, in her case, to the heat that was burning her alive.

"Gin-chan, can't we get an air-conditioning unit here?! I'm dying!" she whined to Gintoki, who was still clad in pajamas, obviously unable to stand the heat in his usual clothes.

"Stop complaining. If you don't move too much, you'll be fine. See, we have one electric fan each; what's the problem?" he said lazily, pointing to the two appliances while flipping the pages of his Weekly JUMP.

"But it's too hot!"

"Go take an ice cold bath."

"I just did, but it wasn't cold enough!"

At this, Sakato Gintoki completely ignored her and proceeded to tune her out with his manga reading. Kagura wanted to hit him with anything she could get her hands on, but figured out that he could just as easily throw her out to let her burn under the hot sun. Such was the nature of a sadist—

At this, she stopped her train of thought, feeling her heart flutter all of a sudden.

For the past four months, she had managed to block him away from her thoughts, yet the mere mention of the word 'sadist' had a weird reaction on her.

Ever since that incident, she would seclude herself in the closet. Gintoki, at times, would force her to buy him his beloved Weekly JUMP just so she would go out, and even Shinpachi would ask her to accompany him to the dojo to meet up regularly with Otae, but besides that, she would keep to herself, not wanting to see anyone except her Yorozuya family. The one who took Sadaharu out whenever she didn't feel well was Gintoki, but it had worked out in a form of bribes wherein she would waive her allowance for the months he walked her pet.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She was still the same whenever she was with Shinpachi and Gin-chan, and even anego, but take them out of the equation, she would suddenly feel depressed. There had been a time when Gintoki had left her alone in the Yorozuya for a job, and she didn't eat for two days. Her monstrous appetite, for some reason, had disappeared for those two days, and it only returned when Gin-chan returned.

The most shocking thing of all was that her otome games couldn't give her the same satisfaction anymore. If before, she felt happy playing the routes, right now, she could only roll her eyes at the lameness of the game events. Sure, it may depend on the games she played, but despite playing her old games over and over again, it didn't have the same effect anymore.

In hindsight, she thought of what he said to her way, way back.

"—and I think that you need to be educated on how to deal with a sadist."

Well, he did educate her… in more than one ways.

At this, she growled in anger, not wanting to bother with the thoughts of that sadist who was probably so fucking happy with himself right now and who was probably getting laid with the Yoshiwara courtesans—

Ugh, why did I even go there?!

The mental image of him having a good time in Yoshiwara was enough to piss her off badly that she seriously considered punching him in the face the next time she saw him. Or maybe now even, since she did have to drop by their compound and—

Crap, anego's letter!

Lately, the cabaret girl had been too busy to meet up with Kondo Isao that they agreed to send each other letters, with Kagura as the go-between. She readily agreed with this setup, wanting for the two of them to work out their relationship, seeing that her own (if you could even call it a relationship) was going nowhere (it was probably dead even before it started). With that, she hastily headed to the toilet, got dressed in her trademark red dress and grabbed her flat shoes. Leather boots didn't do well in this weather, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible. Her hair, as she didn't want to bother with it at all, was tied up in a bun on top of her head.

She took a small pouch bag that she always used to store her QSP, but ever since Kagura had decided to just play her games in her 'room', she had been using the pouch whenever she would need to go out. After stuffing the letter inside, she bid Gintoki goodbye and stepped out of the blazing sun.

If they would cross paths at the compound, so be it.

Fortunately (or probably unfortunately) for her, the sadistic First Division Captain was nowhere to be found.

The compound grounds were filled with the rank-and-file members of the police force, which Kagura deduced were doing early morning training. She wondered what the hell came over the person who was in-charge when it was blazing hot outside and—

"Oh, China-san! Looking for Kondo-san again?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the voice coming from the left. Immediately, she saw the jimi of the Shinsengumi smiling at her. "Is he there?" she asked. At the nod, she gave out a small cough. "Is he in the meeting room?"

"Ah, yes, he is. Let me escort you."

"Nah, it's fine. I know where it is."

… Somehow, fate is being nice to me today.

She seriously did not want to go to the compound, but a job's a job. Besides, anego was willing to treat her into an all-you-can-eat okonomiyaki if she got the job done, and that was enough to motivate her. With her umbrella on her right hand, she took a deep breath and marched her way to the training grounds, trying to ignore the hot weather.

From the genkan, she removed her shoes, placed her umbrella in the small bin near the entrance and made her way to the halls of the compound.

"Oi, Gori!" she called out, walking over to the meeting room where he usually stayed in whenever he was at the compound. Kondo immediately looked up and grinned.

"Oh, China-san, what brings you here?"

"Letter." As soon as she uttered the magic word, the gorilla boss of the Shinsengumi suddenly turned red.

"What?! Really?!" by this time, Kagura was slowly sifting through the contents of her pouch bag, which contained mostly female accessories that anego said that they needed for their everyday use. Truthfully, she never bothered with them, as she didn't really need it, but for the sake of making it look like she's using the stuff anego gave her, she just let it be.

"Yep. Wait a while, will ya." She said, her eyebrows furrowing. "Found it." Immediately, Kondo Isao grabbed it and ripped the envelop open, furiously reading through the text. A grin appeared on his face, and Kagura was amused to see him smiling so openly over a letter that anego wrote. The grin never failed to appear, and somehow, it made her happy as well that anego's letters were making him happy.

"Can you wait for a while? I'll write down my response now."

"Yeah, sure. Gin-chan's not expecting me to be back anytime soon." She said, remembering her guardian telling her that she should go out more often. In hindsight, she wondered if Gin-chan knew why she had turned into a recluse, other than her videogame addiction. Despite his 'I-don't-care' outlook, he still was concerned about her well-being. Heck, he probably had his own suspicions—

"Would you like anything, China-san? Water? Mugi-cha?" Kondo asked, interrupting her thoughts, and she shook her head no, popping a piece of kombu in her mouth.

"I'll stay over there." She said, pointing at the raised floor that had a view of the training grounds. The breeze was cool enough, so she sat in a mermaid pose, mindful of the slit of her skirt. Shorts were too hot to be worn right now, so Kagura settled for just her underwear beneath the skirt. She just had to be mindful of her skirt and—

She suddenly swayed to the left, but managed to recover immediately before she slammed against the wooden floor.

Immediately, she felt the need to puke, but managed to hold it in before she embarrassed herself. At her age, it was a big no-no, even if she was still the first Shonen Jump heroine to puke on-screen. Besides, anego would be disappointed with her if she ruined the flooring of the Shinsengumi compound; a proper lady would stand up, go to the toilet and puke as much as she wanted.

"Hey, Gori, I'll come back for it later. I need to go home. Not feeling well." She said, trying to balance herself as she stood up.

"You can stay here if you like!" he said, mindful of the way the girl acted, who was now walking along the hallways as if she was drunk. "China-san, really, you can stay here until you feel better!" women were really not permitted to stay in the compound, but exceptions to the rules could be made.

"N-nah. I'll just… be back later. Probably in the afternoon." Slipping on her shoes from the genkan, she grabbed her umbrella and slowly made her way back to the Yorozuya.

A Yato rarely got sick, but when the sun was the enemy, it wasn't impossible for them to succumb to various kinds of illnesses.

In Kagura's case, she had a hunch that the crazy heat had made her delirious, and it was obvious that proper rest was in order. In her usual pace, she could get back to the Yorozuya in twenty minutes, but because she felt so dizzy, it might take her half an hour to get back.

What's more, the fates decided to play a cruel trick on her by darkening the noon sky and making it drizzle, which turned into a full-blown thunderstorm. She could barely hold on to her umbrella, and minutes after, she closed it altogether, welcoming the cold downpour against her flushed skin. Kagura was aware that the sudden change in weather could make her sicker, and that she needed to seek shelter so that she could recover her strength before going back to the Yorozuya.

The nearest place for her to seek shelter was a shrine where she could get into one of the buildings and sleep off the exhaustion.

Slowly, she made her way up the steps of the shrine. Upon reaching the torii, she let out a deep sigh and made her way to one of the smaller buildings located at the back of the place of worship, or the heiden. The place would at least give her privacy because it was closed off to the public, including her, but as long as she didn't get caught by the priest, or even the shrine maidens, she planned to let her dress dry off while she slept.

She let her umbrella rest against the building, and as soon as she opened the door of the building, Kagura's azure blue eyes widened in shock.

Inside the small wooden structure was another person seeking shelter from the rain.

That person was Okita Sougo.

Four months, and she was still hiding from him.

Ever since she had walked out on him, he hadn't been himself lately. Most of the time, he had been distracted with thoughts of her, thoughts of what had happened that night, and thoughts of how to deal with her. Of course, he kept this to himself. While outwardly, he was still the same old sadistic captain of the first division, inner turmoil invaded his thoughts. As much as Okita Sougo tried to distract himself from time to time, the feeling wouldn't go away.

It had reached a point wherein he would hardly eat, and the anxiety was enough to make him feel numb.

If this was the effect of being involved with China, he should not have pushed through with his stupid idea of pursuing her. Not only was she stubborn, but she was too hung up with her imaginary boyfriends to even glance his way.

Hell, she probably agreed to sleep with him just for the experience, then go off to her merry way to date those 2D guys.

What the hell has she done to me?

It sucked that she had managed to completely affect him.

It sucked that he was still hung up on her.

It sucked more that he knew that she would never ever consider him.

He remembered how frightened she was when she woke up next to him that night, and how she immediately wanted to get out of his house.

Vaguely, he wondered why the hell this affected him so much when he was used to seeing his enemies tremble in fear before him. Was she an exception because she was female? He never really thought of China that way; she had always been his rival in every way possible, the two of them trying to outdo one another in just about every aspect possible. Now that he dwelled upon it, everything changed when she grew up over the past two years. Seeing her for the first time in clothes that were not her trademark qipao and pants when she was fourteen had made him feel weird. The cliché would've been that he was hungry that day, but the emotions he felt that day hadn't left his system ever since.

He acted upon it, and he paid for it that he was close to becoming an emotional wreck, which sucked so much because it was affecting him and—

He heard the door open, and he was ready to talk his way to the head priest to let him stay because of the weather when he realized that he didn't have to do that anymore.

By the doorway stood the girl who had been haunting both his dreams and his reality for the past four months.

The look on her face was that of pure shock, then slowly turned into fear. Okita didn't really blame her, since they would be alone in the heiden. Sex was the farthest thing from his mind right now, and he couldn't care less if they were stuck in this cabin right now, and she was naked.

Okay, maybe he'd care but—

Shaking away the thoughts of a naked Kagura from his mind, he decided to break the ice between them.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips. "China."

"Sadist." She intoned, entering the small wooden cabin. The female Yato headed for the farthest location possible from him and sat on the corner.

"You look like you're about to face the executioner." He commented. "My soul may be rotten to the core, but the last thing on my mind is to even bother with someone like you."

Lies.

"Shut up. I want to sleep. How can I sleep when someone like you continues to bother me?" she retorted, slumping her head against the walls of the building. "Go talk to yourself."

"Sure, why not."

Right then and there, silence invaded the room, and only the sound of the rain, as well as thunder, was heard.

Okita had dozed off for about half an hour before noticing that the weather wasn't letting up, and that it was best to go home, have a hot bath, and just sleep.

After all, today was his birthday, and he took advantage of his birthday leave to seclude himself yet again.

He had to admit, he felt so pathetic right now.

China really messed him up, and she was going to pay dearly for it.

"Oi, China."

No response.

'She's probably dead.' Was the first thought that came into his mind, but quickly suppressed it. In a louder voice, he said, "Oi, China."

She stirred in her sleep, and looked at him with bleary eyes, her face flushed.

What the—

Immediately, Sougo was at her side and grabbed her arm. She yelped at the sudden contact, while he immediately dropped his hold on her, as if he got burned. "What the hell— you're burning!"

"T-that's—" Kagura squeaked when she felt herself getting lifted from the floor. "W-what are you doing?!"

The female wanted to jump down right now and make a run for it, but in her current state, she knew that if she tried, she would just hurt herself. She wasn't steady on her feet because she was still dizzy, while her eyes were puffy, and she couldn't open them properly. All she could do was hope that the sadist wouldn't leave her out in the rain and make her sicker than before just to get back at her.

'S-sadist… I'm sorry.' Was her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness.

Using his heavy black coat, he wrapped the clothing around China's upper body before grabbing her umbrella that was lying against the wall of the building.

He hastily slipped on his shoes, placed her flats on her foot before opening the umbrella and placing her once again in his arms. She wasn't as light as he imagined her to be, but Sougo could still manage to carry her while steadily holding the umbrella to shield her from the rain. He himself was getting drenched yet again, but he didn't mind; he wasn't the one who was sick. It was nothing that a hot bath couldn't do.

Slowly but surely, he descended down the steps of the shrine and headed to the direction of his flat, which was four blocks away. Hastily, he slung China over his right shoulder, placed her umbrella down, and got the keys to his flat from the pocket of his shirt. Immediately after opening the door, he carried her again in his arms, shut the door using his foot and sat down on the genkan to remove both of their footwear with her sitting on his lap, still unconscious. Right after, he headed to the changing area first where he slowly undressed her.

It occurred to him that he would have to get her naked for what he intended to do, but he pushed the thought away from his mind, concentrating on the fact that she needed this bath more than anything. Hell, he already saw her naked; what difference did it make now?

With her sitting on the elevated table, Sougo untied the clasps of her qipao, pulled down the zipped located under her right arm, removed the wet dress over her head, and tossed the clothing in the laundry basket. Next came her undergarments, and he had struggled for a while with her bra, forgetting completely how the hell one removed it. As soon as he tossed the undergarment in the basket, he felt himself get hard at the sight of her bare breasts. Sure, he had a good look at it before, but seeing it again was enough to give him sudden flashbacks of that night—

The Shinsengumi captain willed himself to think the worst scenario possible to snap back to reality, which involved her dying in his arms. He was very familiar with the condition she was in right now, and heat stroke became life-threatening if it wasn't treated quickly.

Realizing the possibility of her dying had made him concentrate at the task at hand, and immediately, his hands grabbed the waistband of her underwear, and with one swift move, he pulled it down and tossed it over at the basket.

With her as naked as the day she was born, Okita then proceeded to carry her like a child, with her chest pressing against his own, her legs spread apart, knees pressed against his hips while both his hands supported her beneath her thighs. Using his right foot, Okita got the stool, positioned it against the wall, and lowered the unconscious girl, making sure that she wouldn't slide down and hit her head against the tub. When he was satisfied with the way she was leaning, he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, grabbed the shower head after setting the temperature to the coldest temperature possible, crouched down on his knees…

… and doused her.

Immediately, she squealed at the contact of the cold water and woke up with a start. Seeing the sadist looking at her with his usual poker-faced expression made her eyes widen. "W-w-w-what the hell?!" when he gave no reply, Kagura looked around her. "W-where the hell am I?!"

"My… place." He said.

"What the— why did you bring me here?!" she demanded. "And damn you! You stripped me naked!"

"It was necessary, China." He said smoothly. "Stop moving before you hurt yourself."

"Why should I listen to you!" immediately, she stood up, and was some paces away from punching him when she wobbled and slipped forward, landing on top of Okita, who had fallen on his back upon impact. "Ouch!"

"… China, didn't I tell you to stay still?" he said in rather cold tone. "For once, shut up and sit down. And I don't care if you're naked; the sooner I'm done with this, the faster you can get the hell out of here."

Frankly, he was tired from all this shit he was going through. He knew he had brought this upon himself, but he would see through it. As soon as China gets well, she can get the hell out of his place and back to where she belonged. Using his elbow, he propped himself up and roughly pushed her back on the stool. Kagura yelped when she felt the cold tiles against her back, but he ignored it, grabbing the shower head and hovering it over her head.

He hates me.

Kagura was now sitting quietly in the bathing stool, her mind wandering elsewhere while the sadist continued hovering the shower head over her head.

The topic that she had been avoiding for the past few months had finally dawned upon her, and this time, there was no escaping it. It was time for her to face the music, to confront her feelings, and to decide on what she should do with Okita Sougo.

The first thing that hit her was that Okita was colder than usual. No surprises there; she did walk out on him, but only because she was very much disoriented at that time. Who would've thought that she was going to sleep with the guy who had been tormenting her since she was fourteen? The thought of it was mind-boggling, but she knew it was possible, given the fact that they have had so much tension between them that it was, she had to admit, inevitable for them to take the 'relationship' further.

Either they took the rivalry further, or they wait for something else to happen.

One thing she did not expect was that it would be too soon.

Too soon, in a sense, that after that incident on the couch, the next step was sex. Not even a few more kisses, nor even making-out. She expected the two of them, in some possible, distant future, to date a couple of times, yet the first thing that happened was sex. While she did not find it objectionable (she had to admit, he knew what he was doing), the shock and realization of her actions had sent her running away, unable to deal with the consequences of her actions.

She wanted to say sorry for hurting him, but Kagura knew that apologies would fall on deaf ears, especially for someone like him.

Not only that, but it was very obvious that he hated her so much that he couldn't wait for her to leave.

Well, she wouldn't leave.

But if he insisted…

Well, she would probably have to resort to using a very underhanded method to be able to make him listen. It wouldn't be the best course of action, sure, but at least it would force him to listen.

Kagura ran through the plan she had in mind.

First, she'd apologize to him.

Second, if that didn't work and she gets told to get the hell out, she would have to convince him to let her stay.

Third, if that didn't work, she'd have to go with her contingency plan.

She had thought of the contingency plan so many times over, she had no more hesitations whatsoever. Her conscience was clear, her heart was ready and—

Suddenly, the water stopped running down her hair, and immediately, she looked up to see him looking at her. "Turn around." Immediately, she swung around, her back now facing him, and in an instant, the water was back on, and this time around, cold water was pouring down her back.

"C-c-c-cold!" she squealed.

"Bear with it." He said gruffly.

Several minutes later, he handed her the shower head. "Do the same for the front part of your body."

"Why?" she asked before realizing how awkward and stupid her question sounded. Immediately, her face turned into a beet red. "O-okay, that was a stupid question. Nevermind." She said, grabbing the shower head and aimed it at her neck. Kagura winced when the cold water hit her skin, and she ran it through her shoulders, her breasts, her tummy, then both her thighs and legs. Lastly, she ran it over from her arms down to her hands.

The water was shut off, and Okita stood up and left the bathroom. She was mentally prepared to stay in the shower until she got dry when she felt something land on her head.

"Get up, China." He commanded, and at once, she stood up, but not before wobbling from her the sudden action. "I didn't tell you to stand up at once. You're still not steady." He then placed a hand on her head, and before she knew it, he placed the towel over her shoulders.

"Dry yourself completely, even your hair. When you're done, get dressed with the clothes in the changing room and go to sleep."

"Go to sleep…?"

He gave her an exasperated look. "You know where my room is. Go figure it out, I've had enough of you." And with that, he walked off, failing to notice the tears that suddenly made its way down her cheeks.

It took her thirty minutes to get herself completely dry, while her hair took an hour to make it damp. Her feelings were another matter, but she at least managed to numb the pain that built up in her chest. Exiting the changing room, she headed for his room, just like he told her to, and saw the futon already laid out.

Despite the harshness he had displayed earlier, he still cared for her well-being, whether it was only because he was forced to, or he truly cared. Obviously, she would bet on the former, as it was as clear as day (if it weren't raining right now) that he really couldn't stand her. Clad in a yukata too big and too heavy for her frame, she raised the fabric that pooled around her feel before kneeling down and slowly settling on the futon. She then grabbed the pillow on the futon, hugged it, and closed her eyes. In an instant, Kagura fell asleep.

She seriously needs to leave.

Sickness be damned, but her staying in his flat wasn't doing his sanity any good. The thought of her wearing his clothes, sleeping on his futon, and simply staying over for whatever reason was enough to force himself to slam his head against the wall several times to wipe off the thoughts that ran through his head.

Right now, he was soaking in the tub, the hot water soothing his aching muscles. It was no easy task carrying a teenage girl over and over again. It may look so damn romantic in those soap operas on television, but in real life, it wasn't all rainbows and horned mythical creatures. It was the ultimate hell for men everywhere, especially if the girl happened to be not so slim and light.

He wondered if he was such a masochist for allowing himself to bend over backwards just to see her get well, but the Shinsengumi captain knew that this was some sort of apology duty for the mess up he did four months ago. At least when she gets well, his conscience would probably not bother him anymore, and everything would go back to the way it was before those damn QSP games made its way into her life and distracted her, taking her attention away from everything else.

Including him.

Sighing, he got up from the tub, took a towel from the rack and covered himself on the waist. Since his yukata was on a loan to the house guest, he took one of his dress shirts from the drawer and wore it, not bothering to button it up. Okita then rummaged through his pile of pants before finding the most comfortable pair that he owned. Boxers went first, then the pants, which slung on his hips, and he didn't bother buttoning up, only zipping it as he was too damn lazy to do so.

He exited the bathroom and headed off to his room to check up on his house guest. Sure enough, he found her lying on her back, snoring softly. The yukata was on the verge of exposing her breasts, and he immediately pulled the tomoeri to fix the malfunction. At least the part below the obi was still not exposing… anything sensitive that would probably make him unable to stand because of the sudden pain he would experience in the lower, front part of his body. Shaking his head to clear away the thoughts, he placed a palm against her forehead and was relieved to find that her temperature had gone down considerably. It was a good move on his part to douse her in ice cold water to lower her body temperature.

He grabbed the blanket that was all bunched up by her feet, spread it out and bundled her with it, making sure that she wouldn't get neither hot nor cold. The window was open, and while the breeze was cool, Okita knew that a slight chill in the air could cause a relapse. He couldn't afford to get her sick again, just when he was truly decided on what he should do with her.

A few more hours, and she would get well soon and get out of his apartment.

Three hours later, at eight in the evening, Kagura woke up for her long nap.

This time around, she felt full rested, and even refreshed. It may have been because she wasn't chilled this time around, nor was she suffering from delirium caused by the fever. The cold bath had helped, as well as the warm moufu that was wrapped around her body. Whoever bothered to wrap her was really a good person and—

Ah, wait… did he…?

Immediately, she sat up and looked around her, both wanting to see him and to talk to him.

Okita, who was leaning against the wall of his room, noticed that she was awake and looking around her. "You're awake." He then made his way to her side and touched her forehead once again, ignoring the way her face turned red from the contact. "Looks like the fever's gone."

"Y-yeah, looks like it." She mumbled.

"Good. Now you can leave." He said immediately.

"H-huh?" Kagura blinked, unsure if she had heard it right.

"The rains have stopped, the night sky is shining brightly, and you're all better now. You don't have a reason to stay here." He shrugged.

"W-wait, I—" she swallowed. "I have to tell you something." Immediately, he turned his head to face her, and she struggled not to blush upon seeing his stare at her intensely.

"I-I'm sorry for what I did four months ago and—"

"Apology accepted. Now leave." He replied nonchalantly, his blood-red eyes boring into her own, making her uncomfortable.

Kagura knew she was running out of time, and that he was more than determined to make sure that she leaves his place as soon as possible. Part one of her plan failed, so she was determined to make sure that the second one would work.

She was feeling less confident over her contingency plan, now that she had tasted first-hand his rejection.

"Y-you want me to walk back to the Yorozuya during the night, when there's a chance for me to get assaulted?" she hoped that the 'I'm-a-helpless-little-girl' ploy would work. "Or even have a relapse?

Unfortunately for her, the sadist refused to budge. "Helpless? Hardly. You're strong enough to handle soldiers on your own. What's two yakuza members compared to that?" he asked sardonically. "You're sleeping way too long in my futon; get out so I can sleep in peace." And just forget the fact that this birthday is the worst.

That. Was. It.

Contingency plan looked like it would push through.

"Is that so…?" came her breathy response, which nearly made him raise an eyebrow. Before he could even process the thought of a seductive China, he found her crawling towards him. Just before Sougo could open his mouth and tell her off, she straddled him immediately and grabbed the collar of his shirt to give him a kiss on the lips.

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