"Water…" (＠_＠;)
Shiro groggily opened his eyes and reached out beside him. Ever since starting college, he had developed a habit of keeping a glass of water by his bedside.
After all, he was drunk almost every night, and it was rough without water!
However, what he touched wasn't a glass but something… soft~
(′｀;)?
Where's my water cup?
Shiro instinctively squeezed what was in his hand, confirming that it was definitely not his water cup.
The cool sensation on his body made him a bit more awake.
He remembered that last night, they were celebrating their first dive, which, of course, meant drinking. And if they were drinking, then they had to play strip rock-paper-scissors.
However, Shiro seemed to have a very strange ability, whenever he was down to his last piece of underwear, he just couldn't lose anymore!
He had only discovered this ability last night and found it fascinating. After all, he didn't have any weird mental blocks about taking off his underwear.
Whether it was intimate moments with girls back in middle school or standing naked in the locker room with upperclassmen, it had always been totally normal.
Since he couldn't figure it out, Shiro ultimately attributed it to his subconscious telling him that being completely naked and unconscious around these guys would be extremely dangerous...
Regardless, after discovering this trait, Shiro got cocky!
He wore an annoying smirk as he watched the other four drink continuously because they kept losing to him. He was so thrilled that he felt like the true king of the game!
And then...
He was punished.
Since they couldn't beat him at the game, the four of them decided to just force-feed him alcohol!
Resist?
Even though Shiro worked out, how could he possibly fight off two muscle-bound guys?
And so, Shiro ended the night full of regret... That bastard Kitahara had been feeding him Everclear!
"Tch (?′ω`? ) A bunch of sore losers."
Feeling that his underwear was still on, Shiro was relieved. He knew those guys wouldn't actually do anything to him, but his subconscious still screamed danger! Especially after watching those movies Azusa had given him, it felt even more suspicious!
Wait, if I passed out... then where am I now?
(;'A`)
Shiro groggily scanned his surroundings with his still-dazed eyes.
This Syrian-warzone aesthetic... yeah, this was definitely Kitahara's room.
Beside him lay four naked guys, their sleeping postures absolutely atrocious. He had no idea how they managed to sleep without covering their stomachs.
They were definitely going to wake up with diarrhea!
But since this was Kitahara's room, that meant there were no water cups for him. And with the four guys lying on his other side...
Then what the hell was he squeezing?!
"Mm~"
A slender thigh draped over Shiro's stomach as a seductive voice whispered in his ear.
"Shiro~ No touching~"
!!! =(??? ????)
Shiro's body instantly froze.
He knew that voice all too well, it was Azusa!!!
Stiffly turning his head, he saw a pair of enchanting violet eyes gazing at him with amusement.
She was dressed as comfortably as if she were at home, wearing only a camisole and shorts. And his hand was—completely by accident—placed right on her chest!
His already-clouded, alcohol-addled brain became even fuzzier, his head practically steaming, and his hand completely frozen in place.
As an experienced hunter, Shiro obviously wouldn't lose his mind just from touching a girl's chest. That was the privilege of virgins like Kitahara.
But seriously, imagine this: In the dead of night, you wake up still drunk and find an incredibly alluring woman staring at you with sultry eyes, her long legs draped over your body.
Even a seasoned player would struggle in this situation!
Wait, why was Azusa even here?!
"Azusa… Azusa-san…"
Maybe it was the alcohol, but Shiro felt like his brain wasn't even his anymore. His throat was so dry it felt like it was burning.
"Snap out of it, you little rascal. It's bedtime~"
Azusa smiled playfully and pinched his cheek.
Then she sat up, finally freeing Shiro's hand from that dangerously soft place.
She picked up a cup of water and held it to his lips. "Drink some water. Wow, you actually managed to keep your underwear on, nice job, Shiro~ Want me to take it off for you?"
"Please, no! I don't want movie scenes to happen in real life!"
"!!! Oh, but wouldn't that be even better?"
"..."
Fujoshi! Hopeless!
Since Azusa often stayed over at Shiro's place, she knew his habits well. That's why she had brought a cup of water with her, just in case. And sure enough, it came in handy.
Her familiar teasing snapped Shiro out of his wild thoughts, instantly popping his romantic bubble.
Shiro chuckled. Yep, this was the usual Azusa. But still, please don't take off his underwear.
He took the cup and drank, immediately feeling much better. But the water also made him even sleepier.
"Ha~ Azusa-nee, why are you here?"
Shiro struggled to fight off sleepiness as he asked. He didn't know what time it was, but since Nanaka hadn't woken them up yet, it was definitely still too early.
As the queen of sleep-ins, there was no way Azusa would come over this early without a reason.
But Azusa didn't answer his question. Instead, after making sure he drank all the water, she lay back down beside him, resting her leg on him again like he was a giant body pillow.
"You can ask in the morning. Right now, it's sleep time~"
She covered Shiro's eyes with her hand. There were still plenty of hours left before dawn.
Feeling Azusa's gentle touch, Shiro didn't ask further. His brain still wasn't working properly anyway, so he just went along with her motion and closed his eyes.
Hearing the steady rhythm of his breathing, Azusa slowly withdrew her hand. A faint blush colored her face.
She poked Shiro's chest as if in revenge. "Such a naughty little wolf, meat-eating Shiro~"
Then she rested her hand on his chest and slowly closed her own eyes.