Sakura picks it up

Just a few more feet. The pants were right there, crumpled near the rope.

But just as he reached out to grab them—

Somebody stepped beside them. Somebody picked them up.

“S-Senpai…”

Shirou froze, every muscle in his body locking up. He turned his head slowly and saw Sakura Matou standing right there. Right next to the pants. She had appeared out of nowhere, her own face an alarming shade of pink. She must have been closeby and wanted to help. Except when faced with her nude crush...

She blanked out.

Her eyes were wide, staring down at the pants in her hands—the ones she had picked up for him.

Oh no.

He had hoped that, maybe, just maybe, Sakura had been busy in some far-off corner of the gym, far away from this nightmare. But of course not. Of course, Sakura was right here. And she was holding his pants, unable to stop looking at his tiny ass dick.

“S-Sakura… I-I… th-thank you,” Shirou stammered, his voice cracking with sheer embarrassment. He reached for the pants, but Sakura didn’t hand them over immediately. Not on purpose, mind you. But remember, she was blanked out. She was just staring.

Staring. At him. Directly at… well, the only part of him anyone seemed to be focusing on today.

Sakura’s face grew even redder.