-His House-

                                    

                                          

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You lay back down on the bed, not that you can really do anything else, while Recovery Girl leaves the room. Which you didn't mind since you liked the alone time.
                          
I wonder if he'll actually agree to this.. maybe this is a bad idea after all..
                          
About 15 minutes go by and the door opens, assuming it's Recovery Girl you sit up on the bed. "S-So what did he say..? I knew this was a bad idea.. H-He refused, i know it!"
                          
"Maybe— I-I should find Asami.. I still have time— she might have an extra room available.. oh goddd..!" 
                          
You flop back down onto the bed shoving a pillow in to your face.
                          
. . . .

                          
"Pfft— hahaha! Man, you sound like a loser.. are you always this fucking on edge about everything? You must be more hopeless than I thought."
                          
Recovery Girl was nowhere to be heard but yet was replaced by another familiar voice while the whole time you were rambling. 

                          
O-Oh god—is that.. is that who I think i-it is..
                          
. . . 
                          
NoNoNoNoNoNoNo..!

                          
You remain quiet for the next few seconds  collecting your thoughts, going over what you say next, while still being covered by a pillow. "..y-you're not— Recovery Girl.. a-are you..?" 
                          
The fact that you were still hiding underneath a pillow just makes him poke fun at you even more knowing damn well how childish you looked, but honestly he really didn't fucking care that much either way.
                          
"Well, unless somehow that hag grew a di—"
                          
"O-OKAY!— ALRIGHT! I-I GET IT!" 
You scream at him from beneath you're pillow, cutting him off before he got the chance to finish. You can suddenly feel your face begin to get hot.. and you don't think it's coming from the pillow either. 
                          
"Tch, dumbass..  now get up— we're leaving."
                          
Shocked at his sudden accusation you sit up from the bed; still holding onto the pillow covering your face, just until it cools down and you can actually.. somewhat.. face him.
                          
"S-So you actually... are okay with this..?
                          
He clicks his tongue and looks at you with an annoyed expression.
                          
"Ha? Well of course not dumbass! It's not like I  really had a choice.. that damn hag wouldn't get off my ass!" 
                          
". . . ."
                          
So it really wasn't his decision after all, his kindness is just forced.
                          
You look down while still holding onto the pillow which you were slowly loosening your grip on. "O-Oh.. uhm that's okay, ..I-I can just head to my friend's house anyway haha.. I-I think I've already caused enough problems for one day, a-and I'm really sorry-"