I sat up to stretch and yawned in the process.
My strength had already been lying in my warm bed, fast asleep. And that's exactly where I wanted to go now. After this dreadful encounter with that cursed spirit—my own The Grudge cursed spirit—my self-staged emergency, and not to forget the ridiculously short night, which had drained a lot of my energy.
I placed my hand on Satoru's blood-smeared jacket lying next to me.
"I'll go wash this and then get back to bed. Catch up on some sleep. After our shared night. My mission and the emergency…"
Smiling faintly, I looked at Satoru. Just in time to catch him quickly pulling his blindfold back up from around his neck.
Did he just look at me in shock?! Or did I imagine that?!
But it wasn't my imagination. Satoru would've rather put on his dirty jacket and hidden his face in the collar. And Shoko? If her mouth hadn't been attached, it would have dropped to the floor. Loudly and with a crash.
"…? What's with you guys?!", I asked, perplexed, before it hit me, "...Oh! Ooooh!!"
I really hadn't thought that through.
Shared night.
I could practically hear Shoko's thoughts slamming into her forehead: 'You didn't?!', 'You were in bed together?!', 'Satoru and Mayu?!', 'Sex?!'
My fryer savior must still be stuck in traffic. How stupid…
I noticed my cheeks must've taken on a faint pink hue.
"Our shared night, huh? Tell me, Mayu – do you mean the version where I kept you awake… or the one where you begged to be allowed to sleep?"
What?!
I froze mid-movement. Gave him a horrified look! What the hell was wrong with him? We just had dinner?!
…!
That sushi villain! Was he messing with me just because I mentioned a "shared night"? He really made everything easy for himself!