Getting his pants

Shirou lay there on the gym floor, his face burning hotter than the fires of his Reality Marble could ever hope to match. The laughter around him felt like a storm—Kaede, still snorting and giggling uncontrollably; Kane, shaking her head in disapproval with her usual cool detachment; Yukika, covering her mouth but unable to hide the wide-eyed horror mixed with sympathy. And Rin… well, Rin had just stormed out, her face as red as a tomato.

She felt embarresed for her crush.

And then there was Shirou, sprawled out on the floor, completely exposed. His dick tiny and shrivelled up.

For a few seconds, he contemplated just staying there, immobile, forever. Maybe if he lay there long enough, he’d dissolve into the gym floor and never have to face anyone again. But he wasn’t that lucky.

He slowly pushed himself up, hands cupping his cock and balls. His pants and boxers, the traitorous fabric that had abandoned him in his time of need, lay halfway across the gym floor. Far, far away.

'Great,' Shirou thought miserably. 'I actually have to get up and go get them.'

The room was silent now, save for Kaede’s occasional snickers as Shirou stood up, using one hand to try and cover his teeny weenie dong.

Shirou, face beet red, took a deep breath and started the humiliating walk across the gym, trying to maintain what little dignity he had left. Each step felt like an eternity. He could feel every pair of eyes on him, and the comments weren’t about to stop.

Yukika, still covering her mouth but wide-eyed, whispered, “Oh no, shouldn't we help...?"

Kaede cracked up again. “It’s like he’s auditioning for a children’s gymnastics class! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”

Kane, still calm and collected, sighed, “Let’s not forget that Shirou did perform quite well during the rope climb… for a few moments, anyway. His endurance, however… Well, his size seems to reflect that.”

Shirou’s eye twitched, trying to block out every word.