Saito and Okita: If Chizuru walked in on you while you were only wearing your fundoshi, what would you do? How would you react to her later if she still seemed embarrassed?
Saito turns a shade or two redder. “Wh-why would Yukimura walk in on me in just my fundoshi?” he asks, shifting in place uncomfortably. “I’d have to be in the process of either dressing or undressing, and I can’t understand why our paths would cross at such a time. She knows better than to approach the baths during certain hours, or any of the captains’ rooms…”
Okita grins. “Well, if you’re not going to give a real answer, I will,” he says. “I’d just keep getting dressed, or undressed, or whatever it is I’m doing. I’m not shy, but Chizuru-chan is, which makes it a lot more fun.” He lets out a gleeful chuckle. “If she froze up, all I’d have to do is throw a little threat her way, and she’ll be off like a shot. And if she’s embarrassed later,” he adds, “it’d be her own damn fault, so it’d be business as usual for me. If anything, I’d be in a better mood, because I’d have one more solid thing to tease her about.” He glances sideways at Saito. “Thought of an answer yet, Hajime-kun?”
Closing his eyes, Saito clears his throat. “I’d imagine that it would be difficult to cover myself on short notice,” he says, slowly, “so… I’d have to tell Yukimura to go away. I wouldn’t want to be harsh with her, since I doubt she would purposely seek me out in such a state, but… under the circumstances, I doubt I could be gentle.” He takes a deep breath, eyes still firmly shut. “Afterwards, I would seek her out myself and apologize. It’s entirely understandable that she would be embarrassed, and I would be as well, so… I’d try to make sure that nothing has changed between us. For both our sakes.”