#fluffzuru

"What part of 'kidnapped' is unclear?"

"Um..." Makoto considered this. "Mostly why, but what you're planning to do with me is a close second. Actually, maybe that should be the other way round? I..."

"I have kidnapped you because I am learning to be yandere," said Izuru, "and I plan to feed and tend to you and provide your environment with stimulating enrichment."

"Learning... to be..." Makoto, not for the first time, leaned to the side to check behind Izuru for prank-channel cameras. "That's one of the types of story Hifumi talks about, right? Where the girl k-kills her love interest...?"

"A poor summary." Izuru patted him on the head. "There, there. Cease to be fearful. I am capable of preventing all manner of harm to you. Nothing will befall you that I do not fully intend."

(That's... not very reassuringly worded...)

"...however, if you would prefer me to adopt a gender, I can be a girl."

"Y-you can??"

"I have no preference in that regard."

"Ask your question."

Makoto swallowed. The interruption to hurry him had actually derailed the cool, succinct phrasing he'd been working on, in order not to tax Izuru's patience. Now he was just flustered. "So with your fashion talents, um, you must have to keep up to date, right? Assuming they're not just frozen in time from the moment you got created, cuz that didn't sound very ultimate."

"Fashion, technology and many more of my information-based talents require upkeep, yes. Fifteen minutes of reading and posting in the morning usually suffices."

"Oh, cool... posting?"

"I do not merely follow fashion. That would not be an impressive talent."

"You post fashion pictures???" Why had he not known this important, nay, vital news before?

"Of course. Trends require tending and pruning in order to have the best chance of providing interest."

"...can I see them?"

Izuru regarded him for a moment, then picked him up and tucked him under an arm.

"Wha--?!"

"Come. Since you have expressed interest, you may serve as focus for Dressmaker, Aesthetician and Gothic Lolita. Perhaps your appallingly untrained luck will even occasion non-boring replies in the comments."

Makoto grabbed his phone before it could fall out of his pocket. Come 2 new building 3rd flor studio QUICK, he texted.

On my way, Celeste replied, followed by I expect this to be worth my time unless you want to be demoted to B-rank.

Makoto didn't think that would be an issue. This conversation definitely hadn't gone how he'd planned - he was hoping he could persuade Izuru into something specific using talents as a justification - but hanging out with him was a good outcome too. And Celeste would enjoy it.

Therefore, this is now a blog about gazing up into falling snow, a halo of hush circling one's ears, and feeling that one is on a magical space adventure.

Bring in one or more Naegi(s). These are the natural foe of Enoshimas, including their subspecies.

If male Naegi: kiss, ruffle hair, tickle belly, and improvise further techniques to elicit laughter, which is inherently painful to Enoshimas. If female Naegi: ask about favoured reading material. Appear deeply invested. Ask follow-up questions. If Enoshimas have not yet fled, begin to LARP the Naegi's favourite scenes.