Nezuko's premonition had been dead wrong.
Shuya never got the chance to kiss Aoi's soft lips and complete his four-kill streak of making out with every cute girl in the Butterfly Mansion.
Instead, he got absolutely soaked.
A warm, humiliating stream poured down his thigh, soaking straight through his pants and spreading across both of them. Aoi's brain short-circuited on the spot. She went completely blank, staring up at him like a broken doll with empty eyes.
He didn't notice. He didn't notice. Please tell me he didn't notice.
She prayed harder than she ever had in her life. If Shuya just stayed clueless, she could shove him away, run, change clothes, and pretend none of this ever happened.
Their eyes met.
Aoi saw it instantly—that tiny flicker of awkward recognition in his gaze. No words needed. He knew. He absolutely knew she had just pissed herself all over him.
Shame hit her like a truck. Her face burned scarlet, the color spreading down her neck, across her ears, and over every inch of exposed skin. She felt like she was steaming alive, a human lobster dropped straight into boiling water.
She had never been this mortified in her entire life. She would have rather died on a mission, or even during Final Selection, than have this happen in front of him. At least then she wouldn't have to live with the memory of peeing on a guy.
This was so much worse than her old bedwetting incidents. Back then she had caught it early, washed everything herself, and changed all the bedding before anyone could prove it. The three little brats had only been guessing and teasing. She could deny it.
But this? This was real. This was happening right now.
Aoi buried her burning face against Shuya's chest, voice cracking.
"I'm dirty now… How the hell am I supposed to get married after this? What man would want a woman who pisses herself and pisses on him?"
Shuya felt awkward, sure, but nowhere near her level of panic. He wasn't the one who lost control. It was a beautiful girl—probably a future contractor—and nobody else had seen it. Compared to her complete social death, this was barely a blip for him.
He patted her shoulder gently.
"Hey… you okay?"
The soft question flipped a switch. Aoi burst into loud, broken sobs against his chest.
"Waaah—!"
She cried like the world was ending, because to her, it basically was. Shuya stood there, completely lost, until she finally forced the tears down on her own. She lifted her head, eyes red and swollen, and looked at him with dead seriousness.
"Guh… just kill me."
Her voice hitched with leftover sobs.
"I don't care if you kill me. Just… please don't tell anyone I pissed on you."
Shuya blinked, caught between disbelief and the urge to laugh.
"Why the hell would I kill you?"
"Because I—" Aoi's face twisted with fresh shame. She could barely get the words out. "I peed… on you…"
"So what?" Shuya said, completely calm. "I don't care."
Aoi stared at him, searching his eyes for any sign he was lying or mocking her. There was none. He really didn't care.
Good news: she was still alive.
Bad news: her humiliation was still very much real.
Shuya saw the panic still eating her alive. Without another word, he manifested the contract scroll and a pen, holding them out to her.
"Forget it. Just sign your name. I'll handle everything else."
He hadn't planned on contracting her this fast, but the situation had forced his hand. He couldn't exactly let her walk out of the room looking like this. The Butterfly Mansion was full of Corps members coming and going. One wrong glance and her reputation would be destroyed forever.
Better to contract her now, take her through the gate to Greed Island, get her cleaned up, and come back like nothing happened.
Aoi had passed Final Selection. Her Breathing Technique was solid. Even if it wasn't perfect for maximizing the contract, this wasn't the time to be picky.
Man proposes. God disposes.
She took the scroll with shaking hands.