WHO: Kozue and Kou. WHAT: Interaction. WHERE: A bookstore. WHEN: Weekend, pre-dungeon. WHY: Threading.
The used bookstore was a cluttered, clustered, and an uncomfortably narrow building for Kouchisei to be searching, but it was the best place he knew of for getting cheap books that fast-forwarded the weekend. Why was he afraid of home enough to be here? He shifted slightly at the shelf. It wasn't enough to stay away, and as he waited longer he felt more nervous about going there. His father and him had figured most things out, and for others it wouldn't be acceptable but for him it was okay.
He blinked, sighed, and tried to reach for the sealed magazine on the top shelf. He immediately wondered if he should put it back, and seemed curious as to why such a publication was here in the first place. There was a pressure to do this sort of thing. He didn't know how much Shirai bragged about sex, nor particularily wanted to, and knew he had to look at it. His father wanted him married and he wasn't stupid enough to think intercourse wouldn't be a factor. It was falsely reseach, and truly his curiosity. He couldn't shut them up otherwise.
So he opened it. He figured the chance of someone seeing him was minimal, and given the content he didn't seem particularily enthused. You couldn't thumb through half of the content for that matter. The woman had no dignity. The readership was simple-minded. He'd hold it for a while longer to remind himself of that. Then he'd put it back.