them • kakegurui x female reader

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sayaka's hand whips over to the exposed skin on yumeko's shoulder, a small black device in hand, and she doesn't even have time to look up, jabami still trying to grab at your clothing.

there was a buzzing sound, and then yumeko's head jerked back and then down, face falling down awkwardly on your leg.

"that's the most casual tase i've ever seen happen." you comment, and sayaka shrugs, picking yumeko up by the shoulders and dragging her onto her bed.

"do we have something to tie her up with?"

"hey. you know what i should do? let's tie her up here, and i'll go participate in the event downstairs, and then we'll come back but only after it's over. that's her punishment for being a bitch to you."

"that doesn't sound extreme enough for me but i think she'll go insane she missed the major gambling event, so i suppose it'll do. do you have rope?"

"why would i have rope?"

there was a click from the intercom and both of you startled, then looked up at the speakers in the bedroom.

"there's a fishing net in storage closet 12-b." kirari's voice said, and you pictured her in her mostly secret monitor room watching you through the cameras.

"i'll go grab it. make sure she doesn't wake up or something- i doubt it, but i forgot to check which setting i used on the taser."

"that's a little irresponsible. what if you put her in a coma?"

"then i'd make sure she wakes up in that behavioral school in vermont. far, far away from here."

"huh. alright then."

sayaka left to go get a fishing net, and you're left alone with kirari on her speakers and yumeko being unconscious.

well, mostly yumeko, because kirari's probably winding tapes to watch the incident again.

you click your tongue, twisting your thumb awkwardly. "hmm.. should i draw something on her face?"

looking over, you see her unusually peaceful expression, and she shifts slightly, trouble casting across her features, her mouth turning upsidedown and her eyebrows twitching closer together.

"if you're a maniac, why are you so cute looking?" you muse, adjusting her head slightly so when she wakes she won't be extremely sore and in a bad position.

speaking of that, why was she so normal last night? she gave you a blanket, didn't talk about gambling at all, and seemed actually interesting in the meteor shower instead of trying to bet on how many would fall in ten seconds or something along those painted lines.

was that really just her being tired? or was it something else?

yumeko shifted again, head lolling to the side, her hands clutching into themselves, the small creases of the linen sheets being pulled into her grasp. her mouth parted, and she started breathing through it as well as her nose, chest rising and falling slightly rapidly for unconsciousness but evenly.

the black-haired girl murmered something quietly, which your ears didn't catch, but her rest seems disturbed.

you smooth a part of her hair down with your fingers, deciding after how many times she had been in contact so close it almost needed a maturity warning you could touch her hair.

as soon as her body senses the slight touch of your hand, she relaxes again, breathing pattern falling back to normal.

sayaka returns, holding a large rope fishing net in her hands, hurrying to the bed.