(chapter originally by faith at writing.com)
Yukari held her breath. The silence said it all, really.
"Uh...Junpei. Since when do you get involved in the culture festivals?" One student asked.
"Yeah. Isn't that your hat on her head? And...is that underwear under it? What the hell?" Another called out.
"Yeah, it is. Wait a minute, weren't you flaunting that pair this morning? Thought you said it fell from the sky or something?"
"What kinda culture festival booth is this? Okay, make-up is convincing, but..what's the point? Isn't this still a little vulgar?"
"Sure doesn't look like make-up to me."
"Hey, everybody!" Junpei said. "Let's calm down here, all right? Okay, I know, this looks a little suspicious.But come on now! What are you guys actually thinking, huh? That some girl decided to, what, take off her clothes, cover herself in paint, take a bath in the fountain, and got stuck like that? Ha Ha Ha! Like there is anyone even on this planet who could be that much of an idiot!"
"Junpei." Yukari growled a warning, in the loudest whisper she dared.
"Okay, okay, man. We get the point. Something just doesn't smell right here. Can you prove what you are saying?" One student asked.
"Can I prove it?" Junpei said, grinning enormously and trying like hell not to let his voice crack. "Can I prove it, he asks. Man, what a question. Can I prove it. Hah."
"Right. So...can you?" The student, who Yukari was until further notice referring to as Nosy Fucktard, persisted.
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