Yuuma could no longer feel his face. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but it sure was nice to not be in extreme pain anymore. Brooke zipped around, taking care of the members and giving him a makeshift ice pack. Thanking her, he placed it against his skin, closing his eyes and sighing happily at the cold sensation. Yuzuru began to explain the water gun trust exercise they were going to do. It seemed horribly

[b]"Goodness, Yuuman, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost... H̷̢̻͍͔̹̤͉̦̟̗a̵̗̥̟͈͙̜̠̹̭̗v̶̢̠͈̼͙̞̩̘̠̟e̵̢̖̗̹̼̭̹̞̻͜ ̷̼̲͇̗̣͍̦͎̞̲y̶͙̖͎̤͈̯͈̯̞͜o̸̬̠̥̹̪̥̫̼̖̭u̷̢͖̱̺̯̦̯̬͇ͅ ̴̨͙̣̫̺̮̹͔̰̥s̴̡͓̖̝̱̪̻͕̬ͅe̶̡̦̮̮̞̲̰͔͜ͅe̶̙̰̗͈̹͖̟̠͇͕n̸̨̮͇͚͖͉̱̥͜ͅ ̸̙͖̳̬͇͖̲̤̜̯a̶̡̡͎͍̦̮̪͈̲͓ ̶͓͈͖̱̻͕̬̘͕͜g̴̨͈̣͍͚͚̬̝̥͈ḩ̸͙̳̟͇̹̹̤͎͜o̷̭͎͔̙̖͎̯̰̙͜s̵̖͙̰̰̼̯͈͍͍̯t̶̡̢̺͎̤̥̣̞͍̥,̵̤̭̲͓̤̖͚͖̰̟ ̷̢̪͔͇̜̫̜̥͓ͅY̷̧͉̳͕̙̜̜͔̯͖u̷̞̭̲̼̖͈̝͎͎͕ų̴̡̘͉̜̟̠̱͇͜m̵̪̦̳͚̙̥̗͚̲͜a̴̡̻̰̰̙̜͉̺̞̰ ̴̡̰̬͓̬͇̪̯̙̻d̵̮̻̲̠̬̥͈͈̩̘e̷̼̰͖̠̱͇̹̮̼͎a̶̧̙̭̻̭̫͈̥͖͜r̷̰̲͇̤̜͇̻̘̣͉?̴̰̯͔͔̪̤͔̱̤̱"̸̨͔̖̤̳̹̳̰͚̘[/b]

His eyes snapped open to see Mao leaning towards him, her face a twisted grin. As she placed her hand on his forehead, his face defaulted to the terrified, uncertain smile and panic shot through him.

[i]Please no, I'd really rather not be her target this week.[/i]

He tried to say he was fine, but no sound came out, so he just kept smiling while sweating profusely.

After what seemed like an eternity, her terrifying expression was replaced with a cute smile, and she removed her hand from his forehead, saying "Well at least you're not sick!"

And then, mercifully, she went over to Yuzuru and clung onto her, asking the leader to be her partner for the trust exercise. He could've jumped and done an olde-timey heel click in joy, but restrained himself. He was safe for the week. Unless of course he did something to piss Mao off.

Completely drained from the constant adrenaline that had been flowing through him all morning, Yuuma just stood blankly in place. Steve asked Yuzuru if he could sit out of the trust exercise. From the way he worded it, Yuuma knew exactly what was going through his mind. When the leader accepted his request, Yuuma glanced towards Steve, face still expressionless. He shot a quick thumbs up, showing his approval.

And then Yuzuru fell asleep, head on Mao's breasts. Yuuma wasn't anywhere near as blatant as Steve, but he certainly got his own eyeful. He went over to the water guns and blindfolds, and grabbed two of each. As he walked across the room, heading towards Brooke, he super nonchalantly pulled out his phone and texted Steve.

[i]"send me the pics later"[/i]

After hitting send and putting his phone away as smoothly as he had taken it out, he plopped down in a seat next to Brooke.

"Team?" he asked her, holding out a blindfold and water gun.