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Junko gave a delighted purring sound low in her throat, a rumble of contentment from the futakuchi-onna as she rolled over onto her stomach. Her arms folded on the pillow, and she rest her head on them while glowing green eyes peeked at Seiji from behind a thick curtain of long black hair. Blood red lips were faded a softer pink color than when she had arrived, but still as full and plump as ever. She pursed them, smacking them together to make a little kissing sound for the boil beside her. A long tendril of hair reached out to brush affectionately against him, and Junko scoot closer to cuddle up against his side with the dreamiest of sighs.

She pushed hair out of her face so she could have an unobstructed view of her fiance, the love of her life, her forever, her red string and soulmate, and she couldn’t help the smile on her face. Despite wanting so badly to say something, she stayed quiet as per her promise. A hand came up to trace small fingers along the length of his jaw, stopping under his chin a moment before following the line of his throat and collar bone. While she couldn’t talk, it didn’t stop her from appreciating her husband-to-be while relaxing and...well..recovering.

Suddenly she giggled for no apparent reason and moved to lie across his chest, one leg draping across his waist, her eyes closed and her ear pressed over his heart. She couldn’t help herself. She was just so happy.

See? They didn’t need to go running. This was enough exercise to last them a good, long time. Running. Please, Seiji. You obviously didn’t want to go running too badly if you pit it up in choice between running and bedroom fun.

There was a confused sound from Junko when she was picked up and sat at the edge of the bed. She tilted her head, watching him with a curious look on her face. What was with the smile? She couldn't possibly do any more, she was worn out as it was! Junko was about to protest in some way until he spoke and she relaxed, giggling and nodding her head as his hand drew shivers up her spine. That felt nice.

He stopped, drew away, and started to dress himself. She blinked. Oh, okay. He'd had homework he'd been working on, right? That was fine. She'd find something to do while he did that, she was pretty sure she left a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn here at some point..that'd be fun to do while he was busy.

Junko had been looking around for sign of what she had thought she would be doing until Seiji said something about..accompanying him? Her brow furrowed and her lips pouted, a look of confusion turning Seiji's way. Accompanying him? What was he talking about? She even mouthed a silent 'what?' while watching him get dressed and then start digging around in his closet. She waited, too confused and curious to get up and wander.

She immediately regretted everything.

All good feelings of bliss were gone at the sight of sneakers definitely not meant for Seiji. Oh no. Noooo, no. No. The Mistress, not part of the silence promise, started barking with laughter at poor Junko's expense. The panic was clear in Junko's eyes as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, the words not escaping her but the 'NO!' very, very much implied. No! This was so mean! She chose not running! Why?! He knew she hated running! He knew she was bad at it! He knew! Oh my jack this is so mean..!

She shook her head, still looking entirely too dismayed until something hit her. Junko gasped and finally looked away from the sneakers to instead look up at Seiji and shake her head again. She gestured to herself, her hand going up and down as if to point out her lack of suitable attire. Even still! She had arrived in a tight dress! That was hardly something to go running in! And all she had for socks were stockings! Nothing appropriate for running in sneakers. She then gestured to her hair. Too much hair! She couldn't run with all this hair!

No, Seiji. Just. No. Please.

Please.

I got you covered? Oh, no..

Suddenly she didn't like his grin. Stop grinning. You're being mean. I have made a horrible mistake, she thought to herself.

Glowing green eyes watched warily as he walked off to dig around in his dresser, her heart now pounding with fear. Oh no. Those were her shorts. She remembered them. They had been worn under a dress once to keep some modesty while she was out and about in public due to the sheerness of certain parts of it. How could she have left them here.

What have I done.

She was frowning when he set everything on her lap, eyes turned down as she gazed down at them in distaste. For once she didn't tip her head into the kiss to her brow. Stupid jerkface fiances didn't get affection. She picked at the tank top, and that was when something struck her. An idea.

Wide green eyes turned up to look at Seiji, her lips set in a small pout. She gestured to her own hair. All of it. This was far too much hair for her to wear something that was pulled over her head! There was too much hair for her to go running! It was too long! It would drag, or she would step on it! Sure, the whole running issue could be solved by braiding her hair and putting it up, something she had done before for other activities such as various school dances, but the tank top would still not be comfortable for her to put on with her amount of hair regardless of whether or not she liked the situation she was in. It honestly just wasn't an option for her anymore.

Junko just stared at him, terror in her eyes. He was really going to make her do this. It was happening. This was going to be a thing. She brought this on herself, she supposed...she had just hoped he wouldn't..sigh. Fine. Pouting, Junko did as he said and took the tank top to step into it. Her hair still needed to be braided but she had a feeling he wouldn't let her make any more silent excuses not to run.

She knew her body. Junko was sure she would make it five minutes tops.

Ugh. Reaching for the shorts, an idea struck her. Glowing green eyes glanced his way as he told her to quit stalling, and she couldn't help but smirk. Oh, she had one last thing she could try. Suddenly Junko huffed and stood again, dropping the shorts and facing away from Seiji with her back to him and her hair thrown over one shoulder as she bent down to reach for the shorts again and step into them. The shorts were pulled up her legs with unnecessary slowness as she languidly arched her body until the shorts were pulled on and she was standing straight again. Junko glanced over her shoulder to judge his reaction. It was her last hope. Her miracle. Please Jack let him take the bait...!

The swat earned him a squeak of surprise as Junko stumbled forward away from it, cheeks flushing and eyes widening. She bit down on her lip and nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed and beginning the long process of braiding her hair. She needed it not to drag, so that meant more braiding than usual, and then she had to braid the braids together. She wiggled a foot at him and tilted her head toward the sneakers. If he wanted her to go running he would have to put the shoes on for her.

When the stupid shoes were on and her hair was braided, Junko finally gave a sigh and reached up for Seiji to lift her off the bed and onto her feet. She gestured toward the door. After you~.

Junko watched him stretch, half-heatedly mimicking him simply because uh what this is a thing???? until he finally asked if she was ready.

She smiled and shook her head no.

Ugh.

But Seiji took her hand, lacing their fingers together, and his smile changed. She blinked, staring up at him with confusion as they...walked. Oh. They were just..walking. Confusion became relief as she side-stepped closer to rest her head against his arm, eyes closing and her hand squeezing his. Much better.

Even if this outfit was dumb.