He was cut off by an unknown force seizing his body and forcing him to dash to his room, with an unholy terror filling his entire being. Whatever Sayaka commanded of him was far from a sound idea. Once there, he opened his closet and rummaged through it until he pulled out a familiar violin case, which was covered in a thin layer of dust. Even though he hadn’t played the violin in several months, he still hoped whatever “twerking" was wouldn’t damage it.Before long, he returned to Sayaka’s location, and hastily took the fragile instrument out of its case. Kyousuke took a deep breath, trying to brace himself for whatever Sayaka had in store. However, he raised an eyebrow as he was forced to crouch down, only to grimace when his rear started to bounce up and down in what looked nothing short of ridiculous. He could’ve sworn he saw Kotoha do this after her drink was spiked at another picnic. His bow then skidded across the strings of his instrument, jutting out and being yanked away because of Kyousuke’s sudden, embarrassing movements, producing a mediocre, painful rendition of Bach’s Chaconne, no doubt worsened by the lack of rosin on the bow.
"Wh-Why would you do this to me…!!?" Kyousuke barked at Sayaka, his face quickly turning red. He tried to focus on his anger, instead of how the first half of the piece usually lasted for at least seven now-tedious minutes.
