Okabe sighs. Twisting the cap off his Dk Pepper, he chugs the cold cola desperately. This heatwave was getting to everyone, and since Okabe is too stingy to pay for air conditioning, he'll do anything to keep himself cool. He already spent an hour in front of the fridge, door wide open, until Kurisu told him off for almost spoiling the contents.
So he's stuck on their soon to be disposed of sofa, barely keeping himself from succumbing to heatstroke. It wouldn't be the first time either. The fan only blows hot air into his face, and that wouldn't help. He'd go to a public pool to swim, but it's so humid he could nearly do that already.
And who else would turn up now but Kurisu.
"Okabe, stop dying and get up. It's not that bad." she says, wearing nothing but a light shirt and shorts. the sweat and the now slightly transparent shirt leave little to the imagination. Okabe clears his throat and points to his chest.
Well the scream wasn't as bad as the book he received to his chin.
"Why were you staring at my chest in the first place, pervert!?" she yells, book in hand, face redder than the mark on Okabes chin. "I can't believe you!"
"Oi! Keep it down up there or I'm turning off your electricity again!" came the harsh bark of their landlord downstairs.
"Tooturoo!"
"Okabe-kun, why was Kurisu-chan screaming...?"
Okabe's phone vibrates. He holds his head in his hands. He puts the phone to his ear without reading the message.
"It's me. I'm under attack by my comrades. They've all turned on me. Requesting immediate backup! The state of affairs is dire!"