The field trip, to your umbrage, promptly dulled, because much to your chagrin and the teacher’s flawed preparation — you so happen to lack a seat aboard the bus.

And of all people to plead; Kunikuzushi grumbled and cursed when you were coerced to sit on his lap. His lap...!

You settled stiffly through the ride until you felt a slight bulge below, you shifted for a better arc, spurring Kunikuzushi to hinder your movement with a flushed face.

”Don’t move…” He warns breathlessly.