Mysteries [Private]

It was convenient. Not the running, the running was awful and if Mamoru had fully understood what the woman had intended to do he would have voiced his protests far earlier. Mamoru was not necessarily unfit, but he was by no means a physical stallion and he was quickly winded after a few minutes of the pace they were trying to keep, especially through an uneven wooded ground and by the time he had progressively crashed in to the majority of the forest that they traversed and finally reached the cabin the girl had been speaking of, he looked like he was about to die. The exertion was enough that he had completely disregarded her blatant violation of his no touching policy. Which was impressive, he was rather strict about that whole no physical contact thing. By the time the cabin door had been closed behind him, his breath was extremely ragged, his face gaunt, and his clothes drenched with sweat. The added slimy and wetness that accompanied that fact made the admittedly beautiful, he couldn’t believe he was actually deeming another creature rather than a math problem as such, pressing up against him even more awkward than it probably had to be.

Mamoru had never been in this situation before and had no idea what to do with any of his limbs or appendages and while he was a perfectly healthy male human, he found himself awkwardly trying to angle his lower extremities in a way that absolutely nothing, rigid or otherwise, made contact with the girl. Thankfully, his face was already beet red and somewhat flushed looking from their hour long sprint that he somehow miraculously and improbably survived, so the blush that was rapidly forming was at the very least visibly hidden. The most insulting thing to Mamoru though was that he was actually enjoying the contact. It was comforting, soothing, things it shouldn’t be. Being this close was bad, there were openings, it’d be amazingly easy for her to stab him from here with any manner of sharp object and he was just letting it happen. To be fair though, his legs were too wobbly and his breath too shallow to do much of anything to her even if she was interested in sticking him with a knife. It was a truly amazing feat that he was even standing given the shape he was in, though to be fair, the girl pushing and leaning against him might have been propping him up.

She did make a good suggestion as well, though if Mamoru wasn’t so talented at multi-tasking he wouldn’t have noticed it with all the bare skin being pressed right in to his field of vision, a shower was a good idea and he needed some seclusion right now to get his thoughts straight and the privacy it afforded would be very useful for collapsing on the floor and letting the water pelt him in the face. The boy was very much so at his limit and probably wouldn’t have the energy to stay standing for much longer. He did just sprint for an hour straight through the woods, Olympic track stars would feel the same way after something like that. Struggling a bit to perform the necessary movement, Mamoru placed his hand on her shoulder and gently nudged her forward, rather weakly attempting to and partially hoping he would be unable to, push her off him.

“That sounds like a good idea, I’ll go first. Where’s the shower?”