The Super High School Level Gunsmith

wizards: takumitsu edition

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

oh jesus christ Takumi please go easy on the poor girl.  She watched for a few seconds before the realization dawned on her that ohhhhh god he was trying to dress and she was just standing there like the worst voyeur on the planet.  In the split second before awkward hit, Mitsu squeaked and turned to give him an ounce of privacy.

It wasn’t until she heard the familiar sound of sheets rustling that she turned back.  

"I… I-I’ve got a few more things t-to do before… bed.  I-I’m… a-ah sorry! I’ll just grab…"

Yes good, fumble some more Mitsu. Make this more awkward for as long as possible. She scrambled to grab a pair of shorts and a shirt from the floor before hitting the light and skittering out of the room.  It wasn’t until she was out of that she realized just how ridiculous this whole thing had become.  Takumi Yoshirou wasn’t the first guy to ever sleep in her bed, nor would he probably be the last.  So why was it so weird?  The sudden influx of… closeness was one thing.  She had considered Takumi more of a classmate or acquaintance than a friend.  But did a person just magically become closer to you after you saw them half naked? 

It was with a heavy heart that she finished up her nightly routine: brushing her hair and stacking up the papers that seemed to always scatter their way around and changing into her shorts and tanktop for bed.  She had honestly hoped that when she opened door, that her bed would be empty save for JoJo the turtle.  But no.  There was Takumi.

Great.

With as much grace as she could manage, she attempted to crawl onto her side of the bed and slip under the piles of blankets.  Even a single layer between the two of them was more than nothing and nothing would have been unbearable.  beds were for two things in mitsu higashi’s life and sleep was only one of them.

This kept his eyes open for a small while... and then he tried to give up worrying, and put his glasses down, shuffling onto his side before Mitsu reentered. Maybe he could get to sleep before he had to realise anything was actually happening?

Nope, there was more weight and then fingers. Tracing his back, and wow that felt uh

"H-higashi-san? Could you... um."

He wanted to ask her to stop so he could sleep... but he didn't want to be rude. She'd stop soon enough, right? Then he could go to sleep after her, no big.

"N... never mind. G-goodnight, Higashi-san. And uh... thanks again."

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

"W-Well, I use a lot of blankets s-so I figured I would take this side."

She gestured to the left side, the one with a large stuffed turtle shoved halfway under the pillow.  

"I… I can get you a bear i-if you’d like.  Oh!  A-Also!  I-I can get you a few extra pillows and such.  I-I’ll try to stick to my side b-but tend to take over pillows a-and such. I’m kind of a… cuddler."

"H-higashi-san, I'm... fine. I can make do with 2 pillows and a blanket, ok? It's not like I really need much more... lavish arrangements."

His face went slightly red as she talked about cuddling... and he noticed hers flare up too. Well then. A short clearing of the throat later...

"Um... that's. That's fine by me. I mean I usually sleep alone so... whatever, it's new, I'm ok with it."

He was honestly just putting on a brave front. He'd never actually cuddled with anyone, let alone in a bed, so...

Takumi you shit, stop standing there awkwardly in silence... DO SOMETHING. Like getting into bed.

"I g-guess I'll just. Get in. Yep."

Walking over to the side of the bed, he grabbed his pair of boxers, and slid them on, careful to not be revealing anything. After that, he finally dropped the towel, and slipped under the sheets. Comfy.

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

"I-I didn’t figure you’d be interested i-in sharing a bed with a strange woman, Yoshirou-san.  You just keep surprising me today." 

With a soft fwomp, a thick blanket landed on the sheets.  She looked through her closet again carefully before turning back to Takumi and shrugging.  

"N-No more towels.  I-I don’t get a lot of guests… a-and laundry day w-will be Thursday… U-Unless you want to use this."

Mitsu leaned down and began rummaging around in a large laundry hamper, pulling out an old bleach stained towel and holding it out for him to grab if he so desired. 

Takumi took a second to actually think on that. Oh, yeah.

Surprises were made.

He was about to continue on the 'stranger' comment before he had a somewhat raggedy towel thrust at him. He... took it from her hands, and kind of... held it? Sort of. Pinched it.

"Uh... are you sure if I used this, the bleach wouldn't suddenly come back out? My hair's already blonde..."

Takumi obviously had no idea how the hell bleach worked, did he? Also not to mention how rude he was.

"I'll just... re-use this towel round my waist. Um. I should... probably go back in the bathroom. Hold on."

He quickly went into the bathroom, and furiously attempted to dry his hair. A few minutes later he emerged, exactly the same, but his hair was... frizzier? Dryer... sort of.

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

"Yo-oh."

Well, this was the second time she’d seen something like this today.  At least she managed to keep her face together better this time. At least she didn’t fall into a laughing fit that burn her dinner.  

"Y-You’re not taking that couch.  I-I promise.  Sleeping on that thing i-is like worse than dying.  I will pick you up a-and move you m-myself. O-One way or another, y-you’re going to be in my bed.  I-It’s just a matter of how you get there.”  

Her words weren’t intended as innuendo, merely fact.  She didn’t honestly think that Takumi could have fit on her couch let alone sleep on the stupid thing, and she wasn’t going to let him try.  

"… D-Do you want a spare blanket? I-It can get a little chilly in here."

...he'd save that topic for another time.

"Ok, fine, fine, I'm not taking the couch, I'll sleep in the bed. But what you've just done is worsen the case for me letting you sleep on the couch. You brought up earlier than you were willing to share, so it's either both of us in the bed or neither of us."

...he folded his arms in a huff... and quickly remembered he was holding his towel, and scrambled to grab it again before Mitsu got a real life look at those nudes.

She didn't.

[To: Yoshirou-kun] … I’m sorry, too. I didn’t know how to respond to that, more like? So I stared joking around and I’m sorry if I made you feel bad

[To: Yoshirou-kun] I don’t really… Get or send pictures like that. Believe it or not. And you think, as a medical personnel member, I wouldn’t flinch, but I don’t usually deal with that? Yeah. Um.

[To: Imogen Yahola] I'm sorry about taking it so seriously, I didn't realise you were joking. Text is hard to discern, you know?

[To: Imogen Yahola] If it's any consolation, I can't joke either.

[To: Yoshirou-kun] … Either that or this wasn’t an accident at all and you are asking for something.

[To: Imogen Yahola] I was just wondering if anything obviously BAD bad could be seen from it. Which I guess it can't, so...

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

Mitsu flopped the damp towel over Takumi’s arm before striking a very disapproving pose.  The whole hands on hips, glaring up sort of thing that only mothers and school teachers could manage.  She could only hold it for a few seconds before it broke.  She was never any good at the whole “authority” thing.

"Tell you what.  I-I’ll dry, a-and you can take a shower.  I-I should have a clean towel o-on my desk chair.  Just go clean up a-and we can fight over this bed thing after."

And with another hip bump, this one actually connecting with Takumi, Mitsu edged him away from the sink to take over the duty of drying.  She would come up with more convincing arguments for her to take the couch and him to sleep in the bed if he wasn’t standing there being so accommodating.

Though when he looked at the person who put it there... he couldn't help but emit a small chuckle. She was serious as hell, wasn't she? Takumi shook his head the tiniest bit in disbelief.

And at Mitsu's orders, he gave a small nod, but not before being bumped out the way by her gigantic rear. Edged wasn't exactly the word for how far he actually moved from the sink. He put the damp towel on the counter, and rubbed his side. That kinda hurt.

"Fine, I'll go wash up. ...but I hope you realise I'm not letting you take the damned couch."

She DID bring up splitting the bed. Which was whatever, just as long as both people got some sort of resolution.

But for now, it was time for Takumi to wash himself up instead of some dishes. And I'll not go into any details, but instead just skip to when he's coming out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his lower torso, and his hair being kind of... everywhere, really.

Why did Mitsu not have another towel...?

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

He'd probably have managed to send them while the recipient was out in public.

Oh, she was talking about toiletries and such now. And how she'd crash on the couch? Odd.

"I don't really care what I smell like, it's not like I get many visitors, you know? Lemon is fine. Also, what do you mean you'll take the couch? I thought couches were reserved for guests, like me. You should get into your bed."

Takumi didn't even notice Mitsu's subtle change in tone. He was busy cleaning the dishes and stuff up, and he wasn't really paying much attention to anything else. Except maybe those pictures he got a good look at.

He was blushing again.

[To: Yoshirou-kun] Um. Let me look again, hang on.

[To: Imogen Yahola] Wow. Dunno how I didn't notice that.

there is no response for like 20 minutes because Mitsu is actually dying from laughter.  What the fuck, Takumi.  What the unholy fuck were you doing?

There were two ways to respond to this.  One was as an educator, informing Takumi that, no he was not required to perform chores nude for her in any situation at all, even if there was some type of contract between them because even sub had a right to deny things they weren’t comfortable with and.  The other was as a friend. And that option was usually more fun.

"J-Jeez Yoshirou-san.  A-Are you going to start calling me ‘Higashi-sama’ while you’re at it?  O-Of course you don’t have to to them naked!  I-I’m not your Domme or anything.  B-Beisdes domestic scenes a-are only enjoyable for me a-after there…"

Shit shit shit you done fucked up now.  Mitsu let out an uncomfortable laugh as her cheek went from “jeez this is warm room” to “actually cherry in a human body” shades of red. Her preferences now casually out in the open, she set down the glass and looked to the rest of the dishes. The lonely rice bowl from the night before seemed to shoot her an accusing look of don’t force this boy to clean up after you because you’re up too late reading again. There weren’t many but still.. having the help would be nice for once.

"I-I’ll take care of what’s left over.  If you want, I-I can make a lunch for you also.  There should be enough i-if you don’t mind the veggies.  I-I’ve got an apron over there i-if you don’t wanna risk getting your shirt wet."

Takumi wondered what she even meant by that, but he registered the 'domme' comment. And filed it away for later.

In less tantalising news, she'd offered an apron. And lunch. Takumi gave a small, silent nod to both, and got up, grabbed the bowls and utensils and what have you, and got to work.

The mint green apron might have looked ok on him, if he gave a shit about sporting such a colour.

After a small while, he piped up.

"H... hey. Higashi-san. Thanks. For the food, I mean. And the advice. And being understanding. ...despite what was said over the phone."

One bowl clean, and put to the side.

"I mean, I'm glad you got whatever the hell I was trying to do. Imagine if a client go those, huh? Or someone who's job isn't in that kind of department. Or... I dunno, literally anyone else, I suppose.

That'd suck."

And another to the side, along with a long pause.

[To: Yoshirou-kun] And if anyone saw, it’s not like they’d be able to identify you just by a brief glance at your dick. 

[To: Imogen Yahola] Don't ask me, cause I really don't know.

[To: Imogen Yahola] In any case, I understand that, but it's more the whole thing of people being able to see it, even if recognition isn't on the table.