Don't Die, Revolution!

Date Day

"Mmh." It was calming, slowly stirring awake, only to find herself in a nice and comfortable position, a warm reverberating feeling going through her face and chest, with a nice warm blanket wrapping along her back, accompanied with the low, cool breeze of air which stopped her from feeling too warm.

Slowly, Seryu opened her eyes, coming face to face with blackness. Confused, she tried to lean back, but found she was being held.

She tilted her head around, and felt a blush form as she finally recalled what had happened.

She had fallen asleep against Okami, their positions changing to the point where he was laying back on the ground, face up, seemingly asleep, his arms locked behind her back as she laid atop him, her face buried into his broad chest, their legs entwined.

Seryu took this moment to observe Okami as she leaned back again, this time pushing back with a bit more force.

The man had some defined muscles for sure, underneath his clothing, which consisted of a skin-tight shirt with a heavy overcoat overtop, with a customized hood which went well over his head and hid his hair, with the masquerade mask over his upper face, but still showed off his snowy white eyes, some large cargo pants and black skin-tight gloves, all of which was black.

But still, from what was seen, Okami easily had the best looking body Seryu had ever seen.

Curious, she found her hand inching upwards, reaching at his mask.

The wrist of her extended hand was suddenly grabbed, and her eyes widened as she took note of the fact the metal had almost broken. "O-Okami?" She stuttered out.

"Ah." Okami let go, still a bit dazed from having just awoken. "Sorry." He added.

Seryu nodded, understanding. "I take it you aren't very confident about yourself?" She asked.

He stared at her for a moment, before his lips formed into a smirk, he lightly pulled her back so that she was leaning into his chest again, bringing his lips to her ear. "No, rather, I'm not confident in how well women could contain themselves should I show myself off." He whispered.

She found a heavy blush form on her cheeks, and she pushed back against his chest, shaking her head and fumbling to a stand as he laughed aloud at her reaction.

Okami kicked up, jumping to his feet as well, before walking over to Seryu, still laughing a little.

"So, considering how yesterday had gone, I assume it's only natural you forgot about our little date." He said, a small blush forming on his face.

She blushed as well, but also saddened somewhat as she remembered what had happened to Dr. Stylish.

Okami, noticing this, picked Koro up, who had been asleep next to them, before taking one of Seryu's hands in his other hand. "Come on." He said, leading them back inside.

He stopped at her room, leaning against the wall opposite of her door, and placing Koro down gently. "I'll be waiting here, take as long as you need to get ready." He stated.

Seryu stared at him for a moment, before a small grin appeared on her face. "You'll regret those words." She promised.

Okami laughed. "I'm sure I will, but I will also stand by them." He responded.

...

She wasn't joking when she said she'd make me regret my words. Okami thought, if he'd have to guess, Seryu had been in there for about an hour now. "Just what the hell is taking her so long anyways?" He wondered aloud.

The door suddenly opened, and he stood back at attention, a blush forming on his face as Seryu stepped back out of her room, wearing a light, bright grass green summer dress, her hair let down so it reached to her upper back.