A drop of nervous sweat trickled down Fuyuki's dolled up brow as the girl paused, clearly sizing him up. [i]Shiiiiit... Am I that suspicious?[/i] In hindsight, he had perhaps played his cover story a bit loose, but for something he had pulled out of his arse on the spot it was at least believable... right? For the first time in years he felt the tendrils of true fear seeping into his mind, along with something completely unexpected; a hint of [i]excitement.[/i] To his horror, Fuyuki felt... no, that wasn't possible... Yes... yes, he felt a subtle... [i]hardening.[/i] He had to exfil sharpish, lest his emerging masculinity become too noticeable. [i]I refuse to believe this,[/i] he thought frantically as a heavy blush came unbidden. [i]I am not a fucking pervert![/i] Luckily the other girl dropped her suspicion and stepped aside; in that moment he could have kissed her. With escape the only thing on his mind, Fuyuki gave her a slightly unsteady nod of gratitude, then shot off toward the hotel at speed.

It took him an hour to recover from the shock.

Soon after he snuck back into the school, dumping his elicit duffel bag away in his room. He had taken three cold showers at that hotel, [i]three,[/i] and he still didn't feel clean. He had been in sticky situations before, had nearly be caught a dozen times but never by a [i]girl[/i]... It had been terrifying but... scarily exhilarating. Perhaps even addictive. Fuyuki had to take another cold shower just to banish the filthy thoughts from his mind, before heading out into school grounds to clear his head. In his [i]male[/i] uniform, he would be quick to affirm.