Suguru lets the energy linger. She knows if she touches herself, she's going to think about Satoru, and she can't do that immediately, with the taste of Satoru on her lips, the feel of her body pressed against hers. It's not even that it would be improper (which was what tormented her when she was a teenager, how improper it was to think about her best friend and her group mate like that, while her fingers were buried inside her and she was going for climax number three) but that it's too close to what she wants and so far from everything, and makes this entire tour messier than what it already is.
She lets her manager talk at her about the show, accepting her notes and when her manager finally leaves, she stands under the shower for a good thirty minutes, letting the water wash away the tension in her bones. She pins her hair up, and dresses in something less slouchy than her typical backstage outfit. She'd opted for cute lounge pants with a flared cut, and a soft cotton shirt in a deep red that slides off one shoulder. The shoulder that Satoru bit, unfortunately, which means when she heads out of her dressing room, the bruise is visible.
When she wanders into the green room, she sees Nanami almost immediately. She hasn't talked to Nanami or Shoko yet, letting her staff deal with her old friends. And now, she's too tired to do anything, so she nods at her former groupmate, avoids looking at Satoru, and finds her own manager.
It's late, and she wants to return to the hotel room and sleep. There's no VIP after party, at least, but there are a few press handshakes they need to do, some soundbites they need to give. Nothing major, but enough to keep her from thinking too deeply about what she did.
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She lets her manager talk at her about the show, accepting her notes and when her manager finally leaves, she stands under the shower for a good thirty minutes, letting the water wash away the tension in her bones. She pins her hair up, and dresses in something less slouchy than her typical backstage outfit. She'd opted for cute lounge pants with a flared cut, and a soft cotton shirt in a deep red that slides off one shoulder. The shoulder that Satoru bit, unfortunately, which means when she heads out of her dressing room, the bruise is visible.
When she wanders into the green room, she sees Nanami almost immediately. She hasn't talked to Nanami or Shoko yet, letting her staff deal with her old friends. And now, she's too tired to do anything, so she nods at her former groupmate, avoids looking at Satoru, and finds her own manager.
It's late, and she wants to return to the hotel room and sleep. There's no VIP after party, at least, but there are a few press handshakes they need to do, some soundbites they need to give. Nothing major, but enough to keep her from thinking too deeply about what she did.