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Biwa's mind was on strike. She couldn't think beyond grasping basic concepts like "warm", "soft", "comfortable" and "sleepy". With a content smile, she buried her nose deeper into the pillow. Funny, the pillow smelled... different. It was a familiar smell. What was it? What was that warm, soft, wet thing against her temple? She felt regularpuffs of warm air against her face; warm air that smelled of... some sort of alcohol.
She lifted a heavy arm and placed it around the pillow. Weird. The pillow wasn't soft. She moved her hand over the surface and felt something warm and soft and smooth and - what was THAT?
The shoick made her open her eyes wide. Kiyaru was sleeping next to her, she was lying on his arm with her own arm slumped over his chest, his arm around her shoulder, and his semi-open mouth against her temple. What the..?
She took a deep breath and carefully removed her arm... Damned!
Kiyaru opened his eyes, and reacted much faster than Biwa. He jumped out of bed so fast that he fell down on the floor.
"What the FUCK..? What are you doing, you faggot?"
"What?" said Biwa. "What am I doing? YOU were in MY bed! If anyone's been doing anything, it's you!"
"I'm not queer!" said Kiyaru.
"Neither am I!"
"Oh, no? You with your sewing and your girly mags! What did you do to me last night?"
"Hey, I've been sleeping in my own bed like I always do! You're the one who crawled intoanother bed than yor own! If anyone's got any sexually deviant tendencies around here, it's YOU!"
Biwa tumbled against the wall, and rubbed her aching chin. Kiyaru ran out of the room, grabbing his jeans on the way out.
"He hit me," Biwa thought. "That son-of-a-BITCH actually HIT me!"
She tossed the nearest thing - her alarm clock - against the wall. It bounced off it and landed on Kiyaru's bed. Who did he think he was? How DARED he hit her? Oh, no!
She quickoy got up and ran into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, and threw up. When she was finished, she collapsed on the floor, clutching her still upset stomach. Her chin still hurt, and she was getting a terrible headache.
"Relax, Biwa," she muttered. "Morning sickness doesn't start the next morning!"
She felt her forehead cover in coldsweat, and she shivered. Oh, no! No! What if..? Had they..?
"Get a grip!" she scolded herself. "Get up! That's it, nice and slow... Flush the toilet, wash your hands... Sit down. OK. Now think, Biwa, think! You had your underwear and a tank top on. He had his underwear and his shirt on. He has a cute butt... Focus, damned it! OK. You have to be sure. Take those boxers off - better lock the bathroom door first - OK. No blood. Good. A very good sign. OK, now put your foot on the toilet seat - keep the balance, don't throw up again! - now, use your finger to check... aoh!"
Biwas sat down on the edge of the bathtub, shaking with relief. She was still a virgin.
"What happened last night? We met Mitsune, we went to the party... I think I had something to drink. God, my head hurts! I gotta get some aspirin. I need to go to the nurse's office. And I want to take a shower. Why's the room spinning? Maybe I should go back to sleep? Oh, no! I'm gonna be sick again!"
She lifted a heavy arm and placed it around the pillow. Weird. The pillow wasn't soft. She moved her hand over the surface and felt something warm and soft and smooth and - what was THAT?
The shoick made her open her eyes wide. Kiyaru was sleeping next to her, she was lying on his arm with her own arm slumped over his chest, his arm around her shoulder, and his semi-open mouth against her temple. What the..?
She took a deep breath and carefully removed her arm... Damned!
Kiyaru opened his eyes, and reacted much faster than Biwa. He jumped out of bed so fast that he fell down on the floor.
"What the FUCK..? What are you doing, you faggot?"
"What?" said Biwa. "What am I doing? YOU were in MY bed! If anyone's been doing anything, it's you!"
"I'm not queer!" said Kiyaru.
"Neither am I!"
"Oh, no? You with your sewing and your girly mags! What did you do to me last night?"
"Hey, I've been sleeping in my own bed like I always do! You're the one who crawled intoanother bed than yor own! If anyone's got any sexually deviant tendencies around here, it's YOU!"
Biwa tumbled against the wall, and rubbed her aching chin. Kiyaru ran out of the room, grabbing his jeans on the way out.
"He hit me," Biwa thought. "That son-of-a-BITCH actually HIT me!"
She tossed the nearest thing - her alarm clock - against the wall. It bounced off it and landed on Kiyaru's bed. Who did he think he was? How DARED he hit her? Oh, no!
She quickoy got up and ran into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, and threw up. When she was finished, she collapsed on the floor, clutching her still upset stomach. Her chin still hurt, and she was getting a terrible headache.
"Relax, Biwa," she muttered. "Morning sickness doesn't start the next morning!"
She felt her forehead cover in coldsweat, and she shivered. Oh, no! No! What if..? Had they..?
"Get a grip!" she scolded herself. "Get up! That's it, nice and slow... Flush the toilet, wash your hands... Sit down. OK. Now think, Biwa, think! You had your underwear and a tank top on. He had his underwear and his shirt on. He has a cute butt... Focus, damned it! OK. You have to be sure. Take those boxers off - better lock the bathroom door first - OK. No blood. Good. A very good sign. OK, now put your foot on the toilet seat - keep the balance, don't throw up again! - now, use your finger to check... aoh!"
Biwas sat down on the edge of the bathtub, shaking with relief. She was still a virgin.
"What happened last night? We met Mitsune, we went to the party... I think I had something to drink. God, my head hurts! I gotta get some aspirin. I need to go to the nurse's office. And I want to take a shower. Why's the room spinning? Maybe I should go back to sleep? Oh, no! I'm gonna be sick again!"
