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“So, how was it?” Nagatoro asked Gamo-chan, who took a seat next to her. Gamo-chan pulled out a water bottle from her bag and twisted the lid off, before gulping down a large swig of water.
“Well, bein’ thrown around like a ragdoll all day was something. ‘Pretty tough, but also pretty damn fun, honestly.”
The girls sat down on the steps outside the judo club hall, where they showed up to after school when the final bell rang. Only Gamo-chan was able to get some practice in however, as Nagatoro's injury on her hand resulted in her being sidelined temporarily.
“You’re just not used to this yet,” Orihara added, taking a seat in front of them. “You’re still a white belt, after all. Just keep at it!”
“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed. “Still, kinda’ tough getting flung around all day, but hey, at least it’s enjoyable!”
“That’s the spirit!” Orihara giggled, and then turned her attention to Nagatoro. “How’s your hand, Hayacchi? Is it feelin’ better?”
In response, Nagatoro waved her bandaged hand in front of them. “It’s alright. ‘Just sucks that I can’t practice.”
Gamo-chan, quick to cheer her best friend up, patted her back a few times. “Ahh, don’t worry about it, Hayacchi! Give it two more weeks and you’ll be back better than ever!”
“Yeah,” Orihara agreed. “Give it time, Hayacchi! The judo club’s not going anywhere.” Nagatoro smiled at her friends’ support.
The three girls would spend the rest of their time talking amongst each other. Gossip floated around their little triangle as they dwelled in their "girl-talk." Jokes were made and laughs filled the air. It was indeed a good time for them.
“By the way guys,” Orihara chirped up. “I heard about what happened in the dining hall earlier. There was almost a fight, wasn’t there?”
At first, Nagatoro didn’t know what she was talking about. “A fight? What are you talking about?”
“With those two guys from the second-year class! 2A, I think!” Once Orihara said that, it all came to Nagatoro. Gamo-chan smirked, having too remembered the ordeal that went down.
“Paisen totally made them look like weaklings. It was hilarious!”
“Really~?” Orihara leaned in eagerly, intrigued by her friend's recap of the story. “Who’s Paisen? What’d he do?” Nagatoro’s face went red, knowing fully well what her friend was about to say.
“Some guy Hayacchi and I met yesterday,” Gamo-chan responded. “He shows up to our table at lunch today, those guys give him their phone, and guess what?” There was a brief pause before Gamo-chan continued, and Orihara eagerly anticipated the next part of the tale.
“He had such a strong grip that they couldn’t even take the phone out of his hands! Paisen totally played tug-o'-war with them and won!”
Orihara was shocked. She knew who Ren and Ryo were. They were some of the most popular guys in school, after all. She loved gossip, so stories about them didn’t sneak past her ears. Ren and Ryo were incredibly fit, capable, and admittedly quite handsome, so who could’ve chumped them like that?
“Woww! He’s that strong?”
“Yup! Guy’s pretty amazing for doing that, honestly. Those two never shut up."
Of course, Nagatoro was silent. She didn’t want to speak, lest she risk Gamo-chan using this story against her. And sure enough, much to her obvious dismay, her friend did exactly that.
“And get this. Apparently Hayacchi’s gotta’ crush on this Paisen guy. She hung out with him after school yesterday.” Gamo-chan had such a devious smirk on her face. Nagatoro’s jaw dropped upon hearing those words flood her eardrums, and her face flushed red. Naturally, Orihara’s eyes widened in surprise, and she eagerly turned to her flustered friend so she could spill the tea.
“Oohh, no way! No way! Hayacchi, is this true? Tell me tell me!”
“Wha- No! No no no!” Nagatoro tried desperately to make her case. “That is not true at all! He just seemed like a cool person to be around with!” Of course, her attempts to defend herself were futile. Orihara was too busy loving the gossip while Gamo-chan was laughing her ass off. Nagatoro’s blush could only become more apparent.
Nagatoro turned around and saw Shikki and her two friends walking through the doors. They were no longer in their judogis and were instead in their school uniforms. No doubt were they leaving to go home. It was obvious to her that they overheard everything Gamo-chan and Orihara had said. Shikki's friends were giggling while whispering to each other, while Shikki herself only returned her gaze with her usual stare. This time however, she had an eyebrow raised, as if.. Curious.
Did Shikki and them hear about what happened too? It wasn't farfetched to think so.
Nagatoro simply sighed, for only she knew the truth. She remembered his face. It was no “super badass moment” that Gamo-chan was making it out to be. She saw how stressed he was in that situation. How spooked the poor kid was while everything was overwhelming him at once. She wanted to stand up for him, but he ran off before she got the chance. Then, Nagatoro remembered that he was in the art club. Perhaps she could check up on him later..
And while gossip went around the Judo Club Circle, Naoto himself was busy trying to clean up the evidence of his powers.
“I gotta clean this web up before someone sees it,” he said to himself. Naoto was gripping on to the ceiling again, using his new "stickiness-powers" to support himself as he used a brush to clear the cobweb he had shot out.
It was a massive web. A rather prominent one too, in fact. It stuck out like a sore thumb and was so out of place that it’d probably be the first thing you’d see. Naoto wasn’t taking any chances. No traces of his newfound abilities would be left anywhere. His art club saw no visitors save for him, and yet he wasn’t going to risk anything. What if the President were to come back and see giant webs everywhere? Naoto didn’t even want to think about it.
He managed to clean the web. With the art club now spider web-free, Naoto let out a sigh of relief before he dropped back down to the floor.
“..now that that’s taken care of, I can finally draw in peace..”
The peaceful solitude of his sanctuary would be disturbed however, when the door to the clubroom was violently slid open. Naoto jolted in a fright, even letting a little yelp escape his lips as his body jerked to the side to see who had arrived. No one but him ever stepped foot in the club room, so who had business there? To his surprise, he saw Nagatoro, giving the boy that ever so recognizable grin.
“Hey Senpai!” She greeted cheerfully. Nagatoro happily welcomed herself in, sliding the door closed behind her. “You’ okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
Naoto gulped. Great, as if his day couldn’t have gotten any worse, he now had to deal with his greatest fear. A fear that not even his new superpowers could prepare him for: a girl.
“..H- Hi. Sorry.. You just startled me, that’s all..” Naoto took a seat on a stool.
“Oh, my bad, Senpai! ‘Didn’t mean to spook ya’. I just came to check up on ya’! You didn’t look too good earlier, so I wanted to see if you were okay!”
Didn’t look too good earlier? That was one way to put it.
“..is that so..” Naoto gulped and began to nervously prepare a blank canvas in front of him. A little blush came to his face from being alone with a girl. Naoto already had such a rough day, the last thing he wanted was to have to deal with the menace that was Nagatoro.
Meanwhile, Nagatoro was simply exploring the club room, humming to herself cheerfully as she examined the various works on display. She saw clay molds of Greek figures paintings that were in a work-in-progress, and finished rough sketches of objects. The room smelled of oil paint. It was her first time being there, so why not look around?
“Hey, where are the others, Senpai? Is it just us here?”
Naoto gulped again. “It’s.. Just me. I’m- uh, I’m the only member. How’d you find this place..?”
She stopped and turned around to look at him, giggling at his question. “I know where the art club is, silly. It’s not like I’d get lost.” Then, Naoto saw her grin widen, and he knew immediately that it meant nothing but trouble.
“If you're really the only member here, then I guess that means we’re gonna be all alone, Senpaai.” Oh, what fun she was going to have!
Naoto’s face became even redder. He didn’t like the smiling she was giving him, nor did he like the tone of her voice neither. His jaw loosened, and his mouth opened slightly upon hearing the implications of what she just said. Naoto looked away from the girl, now gluing his eyes to the blank canvas before him.
Naoto pleaded. “T- This is an art room only for club members! I- If you have no business here, then you need to leave." That, of course, wasn’t enough to ward Nagatoro off. She wasn’t going to give up that easily. Naoto’s body tensed as he heard footsteps coming his way, and before he knew it, he looked back and saw Nagatoro standing right next to him. The gap between them was no more, and Naoto wanted to scream. His position's been compromised by a girl!
“Hey, you haven’t drawn anything yet.” Nagatoro had a hand on her chin as she simply looked at the blank canvas. “I thought people draw in the art club, Senpai. What gives?”
“I.. Didn’t have the chance to draw anything before you showed up,” he stammered. Naoto glanced around the room, looking for anything he could use as a model. His webs sounded like a cool idea, but he wasn’t about to show off his new web shooters to Nagatoro. “I was just gonna draw anything in here..”
“Like?” Nagatoro sounded curious. Naoto couldn’t tell if she was genuinely interested in seeing him work, or if she was just trying to lure him into another villainous ploy. Naoto struggled to find a good model, until his eyes caught sight of something.
“..that.” He pointed his finger and Nagatoro turned to the side. She saw a fresh, juicy, red apple sitting on a shelf. “..I’ll just draw that, I guess..”
Nagatoro looked at the apple. She blinked a few times, and then giggled, which didn’t exactly help the nervous boy next to her. She’s seen his work. Naoto was an impressive artist with amazing skill, and his self-insert manga was proof of that. Why have him waste his talent on a boring little apple? Nagatoro thought for a minute before she came up with an idea. Her grin widened, and Naoto saw her beginning to set up another stool in front of him before she sat down on it.
“Senpai, you don’t know anything about scarcity value, do ya’?” She asked him. Naoto gulped again, already having an idea on what she was planning. “I’ll be your model for today! Apples are great and all, but they’re just everyday objects. I’m a real high school girl wanting to be your model. I’m sure I’ll be better than some fruit.”
Upon hearing that, Naoto’s eyes went wide, and his face flared red. “I- I, u- uh.. You don’t have to! Thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested in drawing a person right now..”
Then, she lowered her voice. Naoto heard her sound different, like she started speaking.. Seductively.
“I can change that, Senpai. If you want, I can spice up your drawing by taking my shirt off..”
Naoto saw her unbuttoning her top. Panicking, his hairs spiked up and he felt his stomach drop. No way was this girl about to strip for him! They were still on school property. Stripping in front of him for a drawing would be immoral! Sickening! She was younger than him. That'd make him a creep! Maybe he should’ve webbed the door earlier..
Instead, he merely jumped back and raised his arms up, shielding his eyes from the girl. “H- Hey, wait a minute! Don’t do that, I didn’t ask for that! T- That's lewd, what if someone comes in here! Stop!”
Despite his pleas, Nagatoro didn’t stop. Her hands kept fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. At this point, some part of Naoto wanted to web her hands to finally stop her.
“O- Okay, stop, stop! Fine, I’ll draw you, okay? Just no nudes! No nudes!”
Nagatoro bursted into laughter. She didn’t even fully undo the first button before she finally revealed that it was merely another one of her trolling. Thankfully, she finally stopped and simply sat back.
“Okay, okay, relax! What is wrong with you, Senpai! You looked so funny shielding your virgin eyes from me!”
From that point on, Naoto began trying to draw Nagatoro. The keyword, however, was "trying", as Naoto struggled to focus on the paper. He frequently peered out from the side of the canvas to get mental images of Nagatoro, who simply sat on the stool with a big smile on her face as she eagerly waited for his completion.
His mind kept wandering. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get his pencil to move. Naoto kept thinking about everything that transpired that day. His body went through drastic changes overnight, he broke a toilet paper holder in his bathroom with just a mere pull, he embarrassed himself in class and got on Professor Yamaguchi’s bad side for the first time, he nearly got into his first fight with two boys from the class next door, and now he could shoot webs from his wrists and climb walls.
Everything just felt so surreal to him. Surely this couldn’t be real. All the stress, all the anxiety he was dealing with that day.. All stemmed from a simple spider bite.
And to top it all off, here he was now ending his day off with a girl, the very same girl who made him cry upon meeting him. His club room, the place he flocked to for safety, was being invaded by this girl-menace. A long while of idling went by, and all Naoto had gotten done was a mere outline of Nagatoro. He didn’t even draw her face.
Of course, Nagatoro was a bit disappointed at his end result. All that time she spent sitting and that was what he got done.
“What happened, Senpai?” She asked him. “This is all you did?"
Naoto stammered once again. “I think I’m just.. Tired. It’s been a long day..” Part of Naoto felt mighty guilty for failing to deliver a presentable result after she had sat there modelling for so long. Sure, she was the one that insisted on being his model, but he still should’ve finished it! Someone modelled for him, so he was obligated to see it through. He was still as nervous as ever, and Nagatoro wasn’t clueless to that.
“Senpai,” she said, her grin transforming into a no-good smirk. “You couldn’t finish your drawing because..”
“..you’re a wimp?”
Baffled, Naoto’s eyes went wide again, and he looked up at her. “A- A wimp? No! Why’d you say that? What do you mean?!”
“Are you that scared of a girl that you can’t even draw one? Look, you didn’t even outline me properly! Have you never been this close to a girl before? Are you too embarrassed to be near one? Is that it, Senpai? Huh? Huh?"
Nagatoro advanced towards the boy until she was completely looming over him. Closing his eyes was pointless as Naoto was able to just feel her presence above him. He looked away and even raised his hands up to shield his face in an attempt to defend himself. Nagatoro was literally circling the boy and Naoto was left helpless as she cornered him from every angle. His eyes began to twitch and even started to water.
“J- Just go home please,” he pleaded meekly. “You had your fun! Leave me alo- H- Hey! What’re you doing?!”
Nagatoro chuckled, and looked down at the poor boy with those evil eyes. She grabbed on to his wrists and begin to push his arms back with her own strength. “I could go home, but I’m having way too much fun right now, Senpai!"
She was indeed having way too much fun. “Look at little Senpai! Gonna cry?”
“S- Stop!”
She pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Her smirk only grew as his resistance began fell apart. His arms were under her control.. Or so she thought.
Eventually, she noticed that he started pushing back, and he was doing a damn good job at it. Nagatoro found herself getting pushed back instead. Her smirk disappeared and was replaced with a look of genuine confusion. Nagatoro tried again, and found that no matter how hard she pushed, she just simply couldn’t overpower him.
What surprised her the most was that Naoto didn’t seem like he was even trying to resist. His face was beet, beet red from the stress, his eyes were already closed shut and little tears were beginning to flow from his eyes. Naoto was on the verge of crying like a baby and Nagatoro still couldn’t turn the table.
“Senpai’s stronger than I thought!” She thought to herself. Eventually, Nagatoro released his wrists from her grip, and Naoto threw his hands down to his knees. He was already crying. Naoto tried to save himself from another torment of teasing and hastily wiped his eyes. Nagatoro merely looked at him, like she was studying him.
“There’s something weird about Senpai..”
Feeling remorseful for driving the poor boy to tears again, Nagatoro grabbed another rag and kneeled down. She gently patted his eyes, drying the tears away.
“I’m sorry, Senpai.” Nagatoro’s face too was a bit red. "I got a bit carried away. I just couldn’t help it. Now please stop crying, will ya’?”
Naoto tried to calm himself down. His fists were clenched up, and he was surprised that no webs were shooting out. “I- I’m not crying.. I’m not.. Really, I'm not.."
“I’ll go easy next time, okay Senpai? Just don’t be afraid to draw me, okay? You’re an artist, Senpai. Don’t be scared of me, please."
Naoto could only nod softly. He said nothing in response.
Later that afternoon, Naoto would pack up and leave. The sky was already a warm tint of orange, and the sun was nearly about to set. He was able to catch a breath of fresh air as he was now away from the girl-menace. Naoto was finally allowed some peace and quiet, and the walk home alone would be the best thing for him to clear his head..
..Except, of course, luck was never on his side. He found himself being trailed by Nagatoro.
“Great.. Not only do I have to deal with her at school, but now she takes the same route home as me. This is not my day today..” Naoto couldn’t tell if she really did take the same route as him or if she was just trying to pester him again.
“Senpai, Senpai Senpai!” She cheered. “Senpai Senpai Senpai- Wha- Hey! Senpai!”
Out of nowhere, Nagatoro saw the boy in front of her dart away. He just booked it into a full sprint right in front of her. Confused, Nagatoro blinked a few times, before she smirked once again.
“You’re not getting away, Senpai! You can’t outrun me!” Nagatoro took that as a challenge to a race and darted off as well to chase him.
In reality, Naoto wanted to get away. Just for now, at least. Home was nearby, so why not try and get there faster so he could be spared from more of her tyranny? A little tingle in the back of his head felt her presence chasing after him, so he started running faster.
He was never a runner, nor was he one for exercise. His old self would’ve surely collapsed out of sheer exhaustion, but Naoto.. Kept going. He noticed that he wasn’t getting tired. He felt like he could run more. Way more! And yet despite his newfound stamina, he still felt Nagatoro behind him. She was still able to keep up with him, for she was one hell of an athlete herself.
Still, Nagatoro was surprised. This seemingly scrawny, wimpy pipsqueak wasn’t stopping to catch his breath. She expected him to overexert himself and topple over, but he still kept running. She kept the pace with him, but at the same time, struggled to thin the gap between them. Nagatoro grew a bit frustrated but deep down, she enjoyed this. It was a challenge to her, and she loved challenges.
Plus, this proved to her yet again that there was something indeed weird about Senpai. Something.. Different. Amazingly different.
They kept this up longer than they should’ve. Naoto cut corners and took detours to try and throw Nagatoro off his trail. Of course, he wouldn’t succeed, and she’d remain behind him. People they ran past would look at them weirdly. Onlookers would raise eyebrows at them, but they didn’t care. Nagatoro wanted to catch her Senpai, and her Senpai wanted to go home.
“I have to get home, but she’s not letting up!”
The more they ran, the more likely they’d get lost. If they kept running, Naoto would likely be far from home, and Nagatoro would eventually get so tired that she’d have no way home. He couldn’t keep this up, for his sake but mostly for her.
An idea came to him along the way. Naoto looked at his wrist, before looking up at one of the rooves of the houses.
"I'm in big trouble if this doesn't work. If she sees me.." Naoto shook his head. He had to do it. It was now, or never. He raised his arm into the air, and then..
..THWIP!
Nagatoro slid around the corner not too long after. “There’s no point in running anymore, Senpai! I told you, you can't outrun me! I've got you no-"
Poof. Her Senpai was gone. He disappeared right after he took the corner in front of her. It was like he just up and vanished. Nagatoro slid to a halt and looked around, baffled. She scratched her head to comprehend where the hell he went.
“What the? Senpai? Senpai! Where’d you go?” No response. Nagatoro checked every nook and granny within her vicinity, and alas she found nothing. Not a trace of her Senpai could be found anywhere.
“..Fine!” She admitted. “You win this time, Senpai! But don’t think you can beat me again! See you at school tomorrow!” Nagatoro sighed in defeat and walked off home, deep down feeling a bit hurt that she was left abandoned by him.
Unbeknownst to her, Naoto was up above on the rooftops, keeping himself posted low while he watched her walk away. Wiping some sweat off of his forehead, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.
“..that girl is something else..”
That night, Naoto was studying in his room. His parents had to work late again, so he was left home alone. A piece of paper and an opened textbook was laid out in front of him. It was your usual homework deal. Yamaguchi assigned his students a worksheet to complete for class the next day. Naoto was only able to get through half of the assignment before his mind began to wander..
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
He put his homework aside and started to practice his webs, shooting them around his room. Naoto did so sparingly, not wanting to make a mess. He shot a web across the room, with the end attaching to the opposite wall in front of him. He pulled gently on it with a finger, strumming it like a guitar to test its flexibility.
He webbed small objects and pulled them towards himself, catching them all easily. His TV remote, his phone, and even small books. His webs were proving to be quite handy.
Naoto still couldn’t fathom it. The fact that a mere spider bite was enough to do all of this. A lip curved upward into a little smile.
“This is amazing. I’m like a spider now..”
An idea popped into his head again. Naoto walked towards his window and looked at the dimly lit streets outside. No one was out there. It was simply too late for anyone to have a reason to be out. He peered out the window for a good while, pondering something in his head.
“I’ve never snuck out before.. What if my parents came home while I was gone? What if someone sees me? What do I say?”
“..and yet, I gotta know more about my powers.”
It was true. Naoto was a good kid. He never snuck out of the house before, and he surely couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse to sneak out. Curiosity, however, got the better of him. He just felt compelled to learn more about his powers.
Naoto put more thought into it, and eventually decided that he was indeed going to sneak out. He went to put on a jacket, pulling out one of his bigger winter coats from his closet. It was big enough to conceal himself. Plus, it was still kind of cold outside. He then opened his window up and crawled through, literally sticking to the side of his house before he climbed up to his roof.
Naoto had never been on his roof before. The first thing he did was look around. The view of his neighborhood from the top of his house was something he just had to take in for a moment. He never had a reason to be up there, and now here he was, perched up on top of his home. Naoto quickly noticed that he was still able to see, despite there being almost no light in the area save for the streetlamps below. Did his new powers include night vision? The answer was a definitive yes.
He peered down from the edge of his roof. The fall was high enough to severely injure someone if they were to stumble downward, and most likely downright kill someone if they were to land on their head. He didn’t know if his powers granted him some special enhanced durability, but he wasn’t about to find out. Naoto chose to play his cards safe. The last thing he wanted was a trip to the emergency room.
There was a space between his house and the one next door. It was small enough for someone doing parkour to make the jump. Realizing that, Naoto had another idea. He took a deep breath to mentally prepare himself. What he was about to do was downright stupid to an average person, but to him? To him, it seemed possible.
"I can do this.. I can do this.."
He took a few steps back to gain some distance, before breaking into a sprint. Naoto ran across his roof and straight towards the edge, and at the last second, he closed his eyes and jumped. He felt himself flying through the air, his arms and legs flinging around in a "swimming" motion, and before he knew it, his feet made contact with the roof of his neighbor’s home.
Naoto was gritting his teeth. He opened one eye. "..Did.. Did I do it?"
And indeed, he did it. He actually made the jump. Adrenaline rushed through his body as Naoto took a second to comprehend the fact that he had just briefly parkoured from his house to his neighbor's. The old him would've surely injured himself trying this, but his new abilities allowed him to do the impossible. He wanted to shoot his arms up in the air and cheer, but chose not to at the last second so as to not catch anyone's attention. A surge of confidence hit him for the first time in his life, and he carried on.
Naoto leaped from house to house, once again having another taste at his newfound athleticism. Gradually, he began traversing the rooftops of his entire town of Hayama, slowly but surely becoming more comfortable with his abilities. Each jump, each leap brought him more and more confidence. This was a new feeling to him. No longer did he feel stiff, or afraid.
No, this time was different. Here, he felt free.
At one point, he reached a gap between two houses that was too great to jump. There was simply too much distance to cover. Still, he pushed himself, and jumped away.
"WOOOOH!" Now flying through the air, he extended his arm out.
..ZIP! A web shot out of his wrist and attached on to the roof of the next house. With a swift yank, he pulled himself forward, zipping him across the rest of the distance which allowed him to land successfully on to its roof. Naoto even stuck his landing with a little roll before running on.
People began to spot him. People looked up and saw a figure running along the rooves, and some peered their heads out their windows to see what was making loud thumping noises on top of their homes. And yet, no one was able to get a good look at him. The darkness of the night and his speed allowed him to go undetected. His face remained hidden.
Eventually, he made it to the top of one large building which granted him a terrific view of Hayama's beach and bay area. Naoto had to stop and stare at the scenery around him. The waters below him, which were illuminated by the glow of the moon, was breathtaking. Never in his life did he ever think he’d see his hometown from this angle.
“Wow..” Naoto was at a loss for words. The artist within him was fangirling, squealing in excitement. He could definitely sit up here all night and just draw what he was seeing for hours..
Naoto carried on after his brief moment of sightseeing. He continued traveling across homes until he eventually arrived at his school. He easily leaped over its fences and found himself on the rooftop of its main building. He sat by the edge and simply looked at the dimly lit school below.
“At first,” he thought to himself. “I thought this was a curse. I thought the spider bite was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I wished I could go back to being a normal kid."
"But now? Honestly..”
“..it’s kinda cool.”
Naoto smiled. For as long as he could remember, Naoto was a nobody. A kid who struggled to fit in. The only thing he was good at in life was drawing. And now, here he was with powers no one else in the world could ever dream of having. Powers that he thought were only possible in his favorite shonen mangas. Powers that finally gave him the confidence he longed for.
And to think all of this was because of a spider that crawled into his bag. Naoto had a feeling that he had an amazing future awaiting him.
Unfortunately, his sweet little moment was interrupted when he heard a gasp below. In response, he immediately looked down to see what was up. There, he saw two girls pointing up at him.
He didn’t know who they were. A closer look at them revealed that they had swimsuits on. Swimsuits from the school's swim club.
“Swim club members?” He said. “I thought the school was empty! Did they have to stay late for practice?” His stomach dropped when he saw a little light shine from them. They were recording him.
“Oh no! I think they saw me!”
The situation didn’t look too good for him. From their perspective, he looked like a creepy stalker peering at them while they practiced. His face flushed red as he instantly shot up and ran, leaping across the roof and back over the fence.
Even if they did see him, there was no way they could’ve made out his face. He was too high up for them and it was just too dark for anyone to get a clear picture. Still, Naoto wasn’t taking any chances. He ran on top of houses until he eventually made it home safe and sound.
Whoever those girls were, he knew it wouldn’t be long for that recording to make its way around the school.