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"Are you gonna be a pussy about it?" Satoru puts the bottle between his thumb and forefinger, ready to spin it again as he throws that question like a barb.
Shoko is not shaken. She puts the cigarette up to her lips, takes a long drag, and says, "No," breathing out smoke through her nose. She can feel his lewd stare lingering on her.
"When are you gonna do it?" He asks again, a lot more enthusiastically. "Obviously, we're gonna have to be there."
Shoko raises an eyebrow as she turns to look at Suguru.
"I mean, yeah," Suguru starts, a bit unsure, "how else would we know you actually did it? And I would like to see Nanami's reaction," he adds, cheekily.
"Alright, then! We're doing this now." Shoko tosses her cigarette and picks up the bottle, taking it from Satoru, as she stands up from the floor to go look for Nanami without bothering to wait for the idiots daring her to flash the unsuspecting guy. But if she's being honest with herself, she too, would love to see Nanami's reaction.
"Nanami-" She calls out, singsongy and soft, making her way towards his room.
Suguru and Satoru follow her, eager and gossipy behind her. She can hear their hushed and frantic back and forth, and the occasional giggle that Satoru breaks into, only to be shushed by Suguru, but she chooses to ignore it.
"Oh Nanami~" she calls out again, right at his door, and flings it open without bothering to knock.
Nanami is at his table, looking at something with his undivided attention. Shoko doesn't wait for him to look up or invite her in as she saunters into his room. She stops only when Nanami finally looks at her with his eyebrows drawn and confused. Looking behind her to make sure that those idiots are there, she lifts her shirt to bare her chest at Nanami, whose confusion quickly morphs into fear and then dismay.
"Oh come on! I can see you have your bra on!" Satoru shouts from behind her.
She flips him the finger behind her before unhooking her bra and slipping off the straps through the sleeves of her shirt.
Nanami, to his credit, covers his face with his hands almost at the same time as he exclaims loudly, but muffled through his palms, "Ieiri-san!"
"Your loss, Kento-kun," she croons before dropping her shirt and turning around to stick out her tongue at the idiots laughing at Nanami's doorway. She leaves them to deal with Nanami to find her cigarette pack and smoke the stupidity away.