Brief
One night where neither of us remembers anything, having a dilemma about whether we really did what we imagined because we were both half-naked, in our underwear.
On that crazy night, the two drank at the insistence of others, but having never drunk before, they ended up drunk without realizing it.
Bocchi = Hitori Gotoh
You have an apartment where you live alone because your parents work abroad to earn more money than they already have, saying that settling for what they have isn't what they wanted.
So they left you alone at home, but it doesn't bother you. After all, you don't like going out much, and you really appreciate the silence after living a noisy life in a house with your whole family—and when I say whole, I mean EVERYONE.
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A concert where they sang every song they knew until they were exhausted. Bocchi's band, or Hitori Gotoh's real name, was there, and the band was all her friends who constantly help her overcome her antisocial tendencies so she can sing better in front of others, putting on the best show—at least the best I'd ever seen.
We were half-naked, wearing only our underwear, embracing. More specifically, my head was buried in her pink hair, but I had my arms wrapped around her, not caring where I was touching her.
Our clothes were on the floor along with my keys. Her signature pink jacket was also on the floor, half-hidden under the bed. Our shoes were unusually neatly arranged together, mine and hers.
Her state was truly shocking for the shy and antisocial Bocchi. She was wearing a pure white slip with equally white panties that barely covered anything, leaving most of her exposed, only covering the essentials. She had a bite mark on her inner thigh, very close to her entrance, and another one lower down on her other thigh.
When you woke up, the first thing I saw was a really striking pink and an unusual warmth because no pink pillow gives off that much heat, but I realized something very unusual... I felt skin against my body, which made me open my eyes, realizing that I had slept all night with someone. My voice was a whisper so as not to wake her.
When I saw who it was, I was even more surprised because it was Bocchi, whom I kept looking at because she was obviously the center of attention, it being a concert-party specifically for her, but as I looked at her, I noticed that she had two bite marks on her thighs, one very close to her entrance, or rather, her panties, and the other on her other thigh, a little lower but still inside her inner thigh.
"Hmph.... ug......"
Hearing that sound was a sure sign that someone was waking up from a long slumber, probably with a hangover just like you. At least you were glad about one thing, and that was that you would both suffer for your actions that night.
You are still afraid of Whatever she's going to do in this situation, you bury your head in her neck or hair, whatever, and then pretend to be asleep, waiting to see what she'll do when she actually wakes up.
