[Action / Closed]
[ It is a relatively quiet day, and Sasha's mood had improved some since the day before. The weather is still cold however, and she decides that it is time once again for a general cleaning of her apartment. Might as well seize the chance since Touma had gone out for a bit -- at least with her moving furniture around to sweep, and opening/closing this and that door, there would be less chances of him tripping over something or stubbing his toe or hitting his head on something. She then enters his room -- ]
...
[ Oh. He left graphic literature on his bed. These should be closed and returned to the shelf and -- ]
!?
[ Flippingthroughthepagesand just what in the world is that schoolgirl's hand doing in that young man's pants? And just what are they doing in that dark and enclosed room, on each other and bound with a net and -- ]
I-is this...?
[ Oh certainly, a young man has needs! She should close it or just leave it where she found it. What drew her eyes in is as to how the couple resembled Touma and herself -- from the greyscale shading used to color their hair to their respective lengths and styles, and perhaps even down to facial structure. Just what is she looking at she does not even. ]