"Huh? Why doesn't it hurt?" Randall muttered in puzzlement.
He wriggled a little and found that whatever was beneath him felt rather soft, not like the hard ground he had expected.
A muffled grunt came from underneath him.
Randall shifted around, then saw that he was lying on top of someone.
That movement made Black Mask grunt again.
Randall was wearing incredibly hard armor covered in sharp edges and corners. Being crushed under it was sheer agony.
"Oh, it's you! You're such a good person, volunteering to cushion my fall.
I really don't know what to say!
I'm so touched! We were on such terrible terms before, yet you still risked yourself for me!
Who knew you were cold on the outside but warm on the inside!"
As he went on, Randall started believing his own words, and his eyes involuntarily grew moist.
Beneath him, Black Mask raised a trembling hand and tapped Randall.
"Is there something you want to say? Go ahead! I'm listening!"
Randall spoke excitedly, wriggling again.
Black Mask let out a muffled grunt and forced out, "Get... get off!"
"Off? Off what? You want to get off? Say something!
Just tell me what you want!
How am I supposed to know if you don't explain?"
Randall grew even more excited and wriggled hard several more times.
**Pfft—**Black Mask spat out a mouthful of blood, but his mask trapped it, smearing it all over his face.
"I said, you, get off, my body!"
Black Mask was truly terrified now. He feared that leaving out even a single word would create ambiguity, and the idiot on top of him wouldn't understand.
"Oh, so that's what you meant! Honestly, you should've said so earlier! Earlier! Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Randall kept lecturing him tirelessly, trying to teach