[i]Shit, shit, shit![/i] The worst case scenario had happened; not only had Matsushita spotted him, but now Fuyuki couldn't even escape without drawing attention. In typical Yamaku fashion, the nursing staff had swarmed out of the woodwork as soon as the accident was reported and a small crowd had rapidly coalesced around him. Chances were the girl had recognised him, though hopefully she hadn't picked up on his alter ego... yet. He considered waving the nurse away or perhaps playing up the injuries to get himself removed to the nursing wing, anything to escape the area, but doubted that either would work out. The Yamaku medical staff were smart enough to see past a student's blagging and the commotion would likely draw even more attention. Instead he simply sat still, waiting for the nurse to finish first aid and the pounding in his head to die down... it was a long wait. After a good twenty minutes the pain had faded, his suspected concussion no longer an issue. The nurse gave him a stern talking to, lecturing Fuyuki on the dangers of climbing trees; the twigs and leaves lodged in his tattered uniform had given that much away. Finally the crowd dispersed, leaving him and Matsushita alone in the corridor, a heavy silence filling the air between them.

[i]How the hell do I get out of this..?[/i] he asked himself forlornly. 'I was just playing in the tree' sounded ridiculous and 'I was trying to have a nap' was just silly. None of the excuses he could think of sounded appropriate, especially in light of the girl's obvious impression that he had been peeping. In that regard he was a bit lucky; at least Matsushita hadn't worked out his identity yet. After gathering his thoughts for a few moments, he decided to come clean. Or at least [i]pretend[/i] to... [b]'Matsushita. I deeply apologise for my indiscretion.'[/b] Fuyuki gathered himself up to his full, if rather pitiful, height and bowed as low as he dared. [b]'I... I was captivated by your charm and wanted a... closer look, but was afraid to approach you.'[/b] [i]Bullshit, bullshit, stir it all up,[/i] he thought furiously. Selling his dignity like this was painful, but the alternative was far worse. [b]'I am very sorry... What can I do to make up for this?'[/b] [i]Just ask for some shit on Cocksucker-senpai or something, get it over with![/i] In stark contrast to the cold fury he felt inside, Fuyuki put on his best apologetic/shamed/chastised expression, even opening the waterworks just a little. Matshushita would need to be one heartless wench if this didn't soften her response. Fingers crossed she was a normal girl, not a twisted little fucker like himself...