Thankfully, Rikuto managed to stem off his nosebleed with grabbing a nearby kleenex and wading it into his nose. He may have looked like an idiot but he was grateful for it because Erika was certainly not making it easy for him! He felt the need to stare at the way he saw her lower abdomen, looking cluelessly at how he saw abs--honest to god abs--under her shirt. Suddenly, Erika just seemed a lot more badass. And hot.
He blinked repeatedly because yes, of course, Erika was still talking to him and oh, oh, yep, she was laying down on the same bed as he was, holy shit. Suddenly, seeingly all long legs, flat stomach, and cleavage that just wouldn't quit made Rikuto acute aware of how his cargo pants felt oddly stifling. Some perplex at how to go about this, he nod absently and waddle out of the bed, careful of his junk that seemed to be responding indirectly to all this.
I mean, pfft, it's not big deal. It's just a enormously hot girl sharing a bed with him, in the nurses office alone, and she wanted him to close the curtains and skip class with him. Nothing at all.
After ruffling and fussing with the curtains to close them, Rikuto actually fidget, wondering what to do. He seemed very lost and very confused, especially as he tilted his head.
"We're sharing the same bed? Even though I really wanna touch your boobs still? That's okay with you?"
Boundaries he didn't know but even this seemed obvious in questioning it! He was a bit of an idiot, even he knew, but he didn't want to make the cool, awesome gal in front of him think he was an icky guy! He was a pervert! (Was that something to be proud of?)
"Erika?" He continued to prod as he sat down in the bed, trying not to pay attention to her legs or the content sigh in her resting. He poked her cheek. Hard. "Erikaaaaaaaa..!! Answer me...!"
And now you're pouting. What the hell.
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