what shall i cut apart for you?

“Ah, Hasebe!”

Kikkou’s voice rang out in the hall before he slid the door to Hasebe’s room open with a dramatic flourish. He was alone, bored and in a mood thanks to a certain member of the citadel sucking up all of his Mistress’ attention at the moment. “Mistress Kanon has taken Akashi as her attendant today!”

It was no secret to him that Hasebe possibly maybe found him the teensiest bit frustrating due to their master’s penchant for men with astigmatism. But, Kikkou still tried his best to be friendly with him, not out of emotional sadism or anything of that sort, but, as kindred spirits in a sense. It made sense in his head.

“Isn’t it just… agonizing?” He asked. A dreamy sigh escaped the man as he collapsed onto the tatami mat below them. 

“Oh, how cruel she can be! So hot one moment and than icy cold the next!” He rattled on, writhing on the ground as he waxed poetics about “neglect play” and how there is nothing more raw and powerful than being showered with adoration and attention then being told to leave… to Hasebe of all people. 

[Hasebe froze where he stood, still straightening out his blog theme room--wonder of wonders, his back had been to the door! It’s lucky for Kikkou that he’d gotten the drop on him this time, because if he had seen the bespectacled bastard’s silhouette, Hasebe may have just jumped out the window.]

[He still could. But Hasebe didn’t want the backache. Kikkou may very well follow him out, too. In which case, he’d be no better off, with both Kikkou and a backache.]

How surprising that you aren’t still lingering outside her door, then. Or perhaps this is another part of your... ‘neglect play,’ is it? I’ll have you know I want no part in your sexual gratification when there’s work to be done.

[He looked down at Kikkou, writhing on the floor. He could just... nudge him out with his foot. But that would be rude, and if Kanon caught wind of it... damn him and his penchant for formality.]

...

But, seeing as you are here now... I don’t suppose... you want to sit down for some tea...?

--HM?

[He’s quick to get up from where he’d been doing his stretches, hurrying to the door. That’s definitely Master’s voice he’s hearing, maybe she needs something? Maybe she needs him???? He quickly opens the door, and--]

...!

................!!!!

[It’s not Master, but it’s... oh... oh, did she make these herself?]

[Hasebe’s suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, it brings him to his knees. She thought of him... she thought of him long enough to make chocolate for him!]

Even if he’s a literal mess that reeked of bong water–jeez, what the hell had he been up to while she was gone–Kanon is still more than happy to be in an embrace. Anything is better than that slime thing. Especially this. 

Wait. No, what? No!! 

Augh, she was just gone for too long. That’s it! Nothing more! …She’s totally still gonna keep hugging him though. Just cause.

“Huh? Oh, no. I’m, um, I’m fine… Why?”

You were just... gone for so long--and without word. We were all quite worried... you’re certain you are all right?

[He might be getting a little light-headed from being this close to her, and still being this close to her without getting shoved away. He keeps his arms around her, his grip steady.]

After a… god, how long was she even gone? Fuck. Regardless, despite comparing this man to a literal, disgusting creature she didn’t know the name of the other day… Kanon is legitimately… happy to see Hasebe? What a hell.

“That’s me~” She says, going so far as to give him a twirl before getting closer to him. Then she just sorta flops forward, wrapping her arms around him. 

Wrow. This week really must’ve sucked.

[He’s quick to brush himself free of flour, dirt, and whatever else might be clinging to his clothes. God, with her back, it’s a breath of fresh air? Wait--he’s not hallucinating, is he? She’s really here, right? He’s about to open his mouth to ask something, but she’s--]

Mas...

[He’s. She’s hugging him. He’s being hugged by his Master.]

[He fubukis on the spot, sakura petals bursting out of thin air and gently raining around him. He’s so happy? This is the best? He’s hardly ever been hugged in his life, and right now, he’s getting hugged by Master.]

[After a moment, he wraps his arms around her, trying to keep it as professional as possible while also half-caving into the temptation to just hold her.]

“Pull yourself together, you absolute fucking disaster.”

But with Master gone, I--

...

“…”

“Wow, you’re like, even worse when she’s gone, huh,” he said, emphasizing the word ‘worst’. There was no other way to hear that word and not assume he meant “You’re So Pathetic That Even The Most Incel Virgin Would Call You A Cuck.”

“Anyway, Hasebe, can you give me money?”

Such is life.

[The answer is yes, looks like.]

“Well, do you know when she’ll be back?” He asked, just, completely disregarding the sad fucking state of affairs happening here. 

“Also your room smells really weird.”

No, Houchou. Otherwise, I would be preparing her room for her return. Yet, you see, as we are unaware of her whereabouts, as well as her current status, I have nothing to do but reflect upon every single wrongdoing I have committed that could have solicited this disaster.

[bubble bubble bubble bubble.]

“Hey Hasebe, have you seen Master?!”

[He slowly lifts his head from the floor.]

[Flicks on his lighter. He’s about to let another one rip on the bong next to his head.]

“I… I think you need one because… Moving is… um, wow.” She can barely focus on what she’s trying to say. Her eyes just keep trailing downwards. Jesus. Her hands slowly move up to her face, with every inch they moved, the more intense her blush became. “I… I think a sports bra of mine might do… I… I think?”

She takes a moment to scream into her hands. A long moment. Then, she’s fine.

“Anyway… continuing… on. Er… I’m not sure I f-follow?” 

Maybe if it was literally any other time, Kanon would’ve maybe picked up on shit. Or at least, pretend that she didn’t. She couldn’t. There was no way right now. Not with those fucking sweater stretchers right fucking there.

I-If there are any that you--ah, that is... if you have any that you would be willing to spare...! I would be most humbled!

[He wants to cover up but. Damn him. He wants her to look, and just the thought of such hideous perversion directed towards his master makes him feel a hot wave of shame. But damn him if he still isn’t covering up.]

Oh--that is... well... I’ve only ever seen yours, Master, and... well, they are lovely? I truly doubt that any other pair would be as lovely as yours.

Dear god, he is fucking radiant at the moment. It’s almost distracting, but, she doesn’t waver. This is too important. His fucking future and her sanity relied on his response.

“Do you like tits, Hasebe?”

O-Oh. Ah. Well...

[Deep breaths, Hasebe. Deep breaths.]

...