Being shy and honest

Shirou wanted to die. Right here, right now. Just let the earth swallow him up and end his misery. Sakura—sweet, innocent Sakura—had seen everything. She was still seeing everything. Her wide, blushing face was locked on his exposed crotch, and despite her best efforts, her eyes kept flicking back and forth between his face and his… acorn.

Kaede, of course, couldn’t let the moment pass. “What’s the matter, Sakura? Surprised at how small it is?”

Sakura’s face flamed even brighter. “N-No! I-I mean, I… I’m sure… Senpai’s… um, it’s…” She trailed off, looking down, her voice getting quieter with every word. “I-It’s just… smaller than I expected…”

Shirou winced so hard he thought he might physically collapse in on himself. Smaller than expected? Was that supposed to be comforting?! He couldn’t take much more of this.

“Please, can I just have my pants?” he whispered, his voice so full of defeat that dick could only get smaller. Even Kaede’s mocking laughter grew louder for a second.

Sakura, still blushing furiously, finally handed over the pants. “S-Sorry, Senpai…”

Shirou snatched them from her hands, his face burning as he quickly pulled them up, struggling to get dressed as fast as humanly possible. The room still felt suffocating with everyone watching him, but at least now—finally—he was somewhat clothed.

Kaede wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. “Oh man, Shirou, that was legendary. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this. Not ever.”

Kane, as always, remained the voice of cold logic. “I hope this is a learning experience, Shirou. Perhaps in the future, you’ll be more cautious with your belt.”

Ever the awkward sweetheart, Yukika tried to console him one last time. “It’s okay, Senpai. You… um… you have a good personality! That’s what really matters, right?”

Shirou didn’t respond. He didn’t have the energy.

With his pants finally back in place and his dignity utterly shattered, he slowly walked toward the gym exit, his face still a fiery shade of red. Sakura watched him leave, her gaze still lingering—blushing, embarrassed, but also a little concerned.

“S-Senpai…u-um, I think...I think...” Sakura tried to call out to him, but Shirou was already gone.

The gym _exploded _with the girls’ final laughter and comments. Shirou barely heard any of it. All he knew was that this day had been, without a doubt, the single most humiliating experience of his life.

It was going to take a long time for the legendary eroge protagonist to live this one down.