"Donât let them find us."
"I wonât," she assures Azusa, leading the other by wrist. Hearing muffled footsteps approaching, Tenryuu hurries to find them a hiding spot and finally chances upon a closet tucked away in a more obscure spot of the huge house. Â âOh shit, sheâs coming. Get in!â The brawler hurriedly ushers the idol in and shuts the door behind her. After all is said and done, both girlsâ backs are shoved up against opposite walls of the closet, their limbs crowding against each other. Tenryuu tries to will her body to make like an eyepatch-wearing pretzel and mold into impossible positions to make things more comfortable for the both of them, but itâs hard. Neither of them even know where one ended and the other began. A veritable mess of limbs.













