WELL HI GUYS.

Alright, as explained on my profile, I'm having Polaroid issues. My computer ate my WIP chapter, and after that it's.. hard to get the motivation to rewrite, ahha.

HOWEVER; i do have these oneshots for you guys! Basically, my little idea of what could of (or probably did) happen ~behind the scenes~ in season 2. Enjoy!

"Where do you think you're going?"

It's quite easy to flinch at those words, especially if one is a teenage boy and said words came from three young women with decidedly creepy expressions.

"… To the beach?" Kouta attempted softly, stepping towards the door.

Kudou leaned against the wall, smirking. "Oh, I really don't think so."

"We need your help, Tsuchiya-kun," Himeji said in a voice that was a bit too soft and a bit too sweet to be her regular tone.

Kouta swallowed, glancing around the room. Shimada was close to him, glancing over at Akihisa's sister, not seeming particularly suspicious. He followed her line of sight, and realized the brunette was pulling a women's swim suit (bikini, strings at the neck but not at the back, with frills to disguise the bust, his brain automatically analyzed.) from her bag, which was perfectly fine, although he wasn't sure why Shimada needed a second suit. (it was another quick analysis to figure out she was the only one who'd fit into it.)

And then she continued to delicately pull out a wig, and it didn't take him long to decide that he needed to make an exit now.

Kouta sped towards the door with terror rising in his gut, deciding that he probably had an advantage- they hadn't locked the door, he was faster than them, most of them were far away, he could be long gone in minutes-

And then he felt a weight slam into his side with a speed and grace that could only come from one girl he knew, and realized he had severely underestimated his opponents. Tsuchiya felt woozy- it wasn't as if Shimada was heavy, but she knew what she was doing.

"Pin him!" Called out a voice he was too dazed to place. Shimada made an irritated noise and suddenly shifted her weight, and he fell like a ton of bricks, and another wave of dizziness hit. He blinked hard, trying to push the spots away, and realized he trapped on the floor by… she was sitting on his stomach, knees on the ground on either side of him.

"It would have been easier if he had been closer to the wall," she said, annoyed, glancing over at the rest of the girls.

"Thank you, Minami-chan!" Himeji said brightly. Yoshii Akira expressed her gratitude as well. Meanwhile, on the dizzy side of things, Kouta was realizing a few things rather quickly. Shimada was dressed sensibly in a shirt and shorts, which was a shame, as there were a few things he'd be able to see quite well in this pose, for one. And secondly…

Despite the less than ideal position he was in, (pinned by a girl who was shorter than him and skinnier, too. …or at least, he hoped) the warmth of her body and the feel of her soft, bare calves against his skin where his shirt had been bunched up wasn't… strictly unpleasant.

…Actually, to be honest, he had never been this close to a girl before.

"That's perfect," Kudo said, with a less than innocent grin, apparently having realized approximately the same things.

"Well, Kouta-kun," the older Yoshii said brightly, holding out the bikini and wig for all to see. "Aki has been rather rude today, and we think he's in for a little justice, don't you?"

"Sakamoto's punishment is already being covered by Kirishima, but he's got a death sentence too, if you care," the girl with a pony tail said, giving him a quick glance.

He began to piece a few things together in his mind. "…But why me?" He said, realizing it was rather difficult to talk when a girl was sitting on your gut.

This seemed to throw Himeji for a loop, although the other girls looked unfazed. "…I… I guess you're not didn't upset anyone when you were with the girls earlier," she said softly, glancing at Kudo, who gave a 'you think I'd care?' look back. "But…"

"There are other things he should be punished for," Shimada muttered, too quiet for anyone but him to hear.

"…But you gave them the idea, didn't you? So there." Himeji nodded, like that fixed everything nice and neat.

There was a moment's silence, when the rest of the girls turned to look at Shimada. She paused to crack her knuckles, and then put one hand palm down by Kouta's head, the other grabbing one of his suspenders to lift him up slightly. (He knew he shouldn't have worn these shorts.)

She bent over him, face only inches away from his, her hair hanging so that the ends of her ponytail tickled his ear. "So are you going to make this easy, or…." She glared at him, trying very hard to look intimidating, but from that distance, he could smell her lipgloss, and see every light freckle on her face in fine detail, and observe how wisps of pinkish red hair were loose at her neck.

He wondered how he never realized Shimada was this breathtaking. …Or maybe that was from her sitting on him. He didn't really have the time to figure it out. The next minute she was bending back his arm, apparently annoyed that he was staring at her in awe instead of answering and he hissed out an "illdoit" before she snapped it off. Kouta had no idea how Akihisa could stand it.

She let go of his arm and stood up, stalking off like she was disappointed she didn't get to punch him.

Akihisa's sister grinned, walking over to him and handing him the bikini and wig. Oh, god damn it, why did he agree to this?

"The dressing room is over here," Kudo skipped over to him, pointing. Her voice dropped. "Another nosebleed?" She asked, teasingly. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, annoyed. "You lasted even longer this time~"

"…Stop talking."

"Can't blame you there, it did get rather close between you two." Her grin was too wide for her face, and Kouta walked away, clutching his stupid wig and bathing suit before she could get another word in.

As he walked towards the dressing room, he heard the four of them discussing handcuffs and flinched. Poor Akihisa. …And poor him, depending on what he'd be force to do. In a bikini and wig. Dear god.

…He wondered, actually, if it had been the threat of violence or her proximity to him that made him give in and agree to help with this stupid scheme.