>>5640088<span class="mu-g">“Hmm~,”</span> says Watase, <span class="mu-g">“I don’t know… I mean, nothing happened.”</span>
Eh?
With some effort you release yourself from Watase’s grip and roll over to face her.
Then you slide backwards a bit as you find out your faces are only inches apart.
Watase replies with a wide grin, then puts some more space between the both of you, <span class="mu-g">“Nothing happened, for real!”</span> she says, pulling the covers towards herself, <span class="mu-g">“Do you really think I would do something to a person that can’t even stand and passes out every other second? That’s not manly at all.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Watase-san, please,”</span> you say, shaking your head to force away the headache, unsuccessful, <span class="mu-g">“What happened?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“You were a mess, girl,”</span> says Watase, matter-of-factly, <span class="mu-g">“Like beyond drunk. I tried getting you to your room, but I didn’t know which one it was or where you kept your room key…So I went to mine.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I figured that was better than dragging you towards random rooms and showing off the state you were in to the people inside,”</span> she adds.
Thank the gods for that.
Just imaging Watase Yoko dragging you, bobble-heading drunk, into each of the rooms only to go <span class="mu-g">“Woops, sorry”</span> is enough to make you wince.
<span class="mu-g">“Besides, you also looked like you could throw up at any moment so I figured I couldn’t just dump you in some room and take off,”</span> continues Watase, <span class="mu-g">“I wasn’t doing so hot either, I planned to take out another futon for me, but the moment I laid you down I couldn’t get up and just barely made it out of my yukata before I passed out myself…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Well, I suppose sleeping in both a yukata and Juban would be quite hot,”</span> you say.
Watase lifts the blanket a bit as she grins, allowing you a peek underneath.
<span class="mu-g">“You’re naked?!”</span> you shout, then quickly adjust to a loud whisper, <span class="mu-g">“Why?”</span>
Hopefully nobody heard.
Watase shrugs, <span class="mu-g">“I always sleep naked, I just took all my clothes off by habit.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“That isn’t weird to you at all?”</span> you ask, perplexed, <span class="mu-g">“There was another person…”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“No?”</span> replies Watase, <span class="mu-g">“Why would it be?”</span>
