Satoru's eyes widen as she sees what Suguru's wearing and the blossoming bruise on her shoulder. It looks brutal, still fresh and deep pink now but inevitably going to darken to black soon. Satoru turns bright red, looking distinctly guilty and even flinching slightly each time someone asks Suguru what happened. She half expects Suguru to sell her out and reveal that Satoru savaged her, and Satoru doesn't think she can actually refute or deny that.
She manages to put on a smile and play her role in front of the press, but she's quiet again in the car back to the hotel, all her initial hyperactive energy drained out of her.
Lying awake in bed, Satoru thinks about the success of the show, but she thinks more about those moments after the show, Suguru's hand gripping her by the hair and hauling her into a kiss, and then the unhappy look on Suguru's face a moment later. Why had any of that happened? Satoru shouldn't have gone feral like that, obviously, but Suguru was much better about self control usually. It was shocking that the energy of the show would have gotten to Suguru to the point where she'd be willing to kiss just anyone like that. No wonder she was upset afterward, then, that she'd kissed her rival and enemy in a moment of folly.
It isn't until the next day, as they're preparing for that night's show, that Satoru realizes they have a new problem. Satoru's been subdued and guilty all day, and Suguru's been avoiding her. It's terrible energy to bring onto the stage, so Satoru has to figure out a solution to that, fast.
Getting Suguru angry seems like the most efficient approach. Suguru performs great when she's angry.
So Satoru strolls up from behind her and claps a heavy hand over Suguru's bruised shoulder, leaning on it as she gets up in Suguru's space. "Hey, who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? You've been avoiding me all day, 'Guru. I didn't think you were that easy to rattle you, but it turns out a little bite is all it takes? Guess I'll have to do that more often."
Her tone has a goading sneer in it, eyes cold and mocking.
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She manages to put on a smile and play her role in front of the press, but she's quiet again in the car back to the hotel, all her initial hyperactive energy drained out of her.
Lying awake in bed, Satoru thinks about the success of the show, but she thinks more about those moments after the show, Suguru's hand gripping her by the hair and hauling her into a kiss, and then the unhappy look on Suguru's face a moment later. Why had any of that happened? Satoru shouldn't have gone feral like that, obviously, but Suguru was much better about self control usually. It was shocking that the energy of the show would have gotten to Suguru to the point where she'd be willing to kiss just anyone like that. No wonder she was upset afterward, then, that she'd kissed her rival and enemy in a moment of folly.
It isn't until the next day, as they're preparing for that night's show, that Satoru realizes they have a new problem. Satoru's been subdued and guilty all day, and Suguru's been avoiding her. It's terrible energy to bring onto the stage, so Satoru has to figure out a solution to that, fast.
Getting Suguru angry seems like the most efficient approach. Suguru performs great when she's angry.
So Satoru strolls up from behind her and claps a heavy hand over Suguru's bruised shoulder, leaning on it as she gets up in Suguru's space. "Hey, who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? You've been avoiding me all day, 'Guru. I didn't think you were that easy to rattle you, but it turns out a little bite is all it takes? Guess I'll have to do that more often."
Her tone has a goading sneer in it, eyes cold and mocking.