Characters: Naoto Shirogane and Yosuke Hanamura
Setting: A closet. They don't even know which one.
Time: Day 017
Summary: Naoto and Yosuke wake up in a closet with no idea how they got there, but the evidence and the situation they become aware of points to something rather ~*~*S C A N D A L O U S*~*~
Warnings: A lot of awkward. Some LULZ. Also lol FAKE MEMORY TIEM MAKEOUTS.
Naoto didn't know where she was, or what she was doing, or how she got here, or if it even mattered, or if she should be worried. She could barely see a foot in front of her, but that didn't seem to matter because all she could feel was a suffocating closeness and an odd feeling that this was how it was supposed to be and that everything was supposed to make sense and that she should like this and want this and this wasallokreallyitwasallok.
Her hands clutched onto his shirt, his breath was hot on her neck, his hands were roaming and it was ok and this was right and this was how it should be and for the love of all that was good in this world why did he stop kissing her who did he think he was what gave him the right to tease her like this and-
She couldn't take it anymore. She just had- just had to tell him- just had to make him- just had to say-
"Yosuke, just kiss me."
Suddenly, Naoto froze.
...What did she...
What did she just say?
Yosuke. She said the name Yosuke. Oh...oh no. Oh NO NO NO NO NO.