#rankiru

Oh yes I do indeed enjoy this headcanon in fACT, this gives me the chance write a rarepair that @katastroficwriter has shared with me that has ruined my life jkHFjkshfskdj

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Kirumi was washing the dishes in the kitchen when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her neck from behind.

Her instincts told her to fight, but her fears were calmed when she heard a familiar velveteen voice croon in her ear.

“Thanks for doing the dishes again. I really appreciate all your help.”

Rantaro’s warm breath sent goosebumps down her skin. She froze in place; the unexpected closeness had caught the ultimate maid off guard.

“It’s my pleasure to serve you,” she stated in her usual cool tone.

She was taken aback when she felt his lips trail light kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone, and even more surprised when she heard herself giggle.

“Heeheehee! Wahahait-!”

“Come take a break,” He commanded in between smooches. “You’ve worked hard enough. Can we just be boyfriend and girlfriend tonight, instead of master and maid?”

His kisses got a little more demanding, peppering all over her newly discovered ticklish spot despite her increasing struggles. She squirmed this way and that as she tried to scrunch up her neck and shoulders, but in this position she was fully exposed to his attack. She finally caved, realizing there was no escape until she agreed to his request.

“Alrahahahaiit, alright! If that’s what you wihihihsh!”

“Are you certain of this?” Kirumi asked as she readied herstance. 

Rantaronodded, bracing himself for the oncoming spar.

“Absolutely.”

“ThenI will not hesitate to hold back,” the maid stated blankly.

Ina flash, the first round had begun. Kirumi was a bit impressed with his skills,not expecting the ultimate adventurer to have much knowledge of basic sparring.She found herself having to work harder than expected to fend off his attacks.She watched him carefully as they danced around each other, and found herself lostin his sultry gaze…

…which led to her failure.

Whenshe least expected it, one of his hands poked at the side of her waist. Notenough to cause pain, but in a way that made her shriek nonetheless.

“-EEK!”

Theboy paused, a bit surprised at her reaction.

“Wasthat…?”

Shetried to brush it off by focusing on the task at hand.

“Weare still in a duel, Amami. Don’t lose fo-CAAAH!”

Shesquealed again when he pinched both of her ribs just under the bone. She would’vedoubled over if she had been less graceful.

“Kirumi,you didn’t tell me you were-”

“Wait,no-OHOHOHO!”

She fell victim to involuntary laughter as his hands wandered upand down her torso, poking in sensitive areas seldom touched by anyone. In notime, she was crumpled on the floor, a giggling twitchy mess of nerve endingsand belly laughs.

“Hahahaaha! Haha… haaa… Amami!” she managed to spit out in betweenhitched breaths. He relented after a few seconds, and she soon realized theirprecarious position.

Rantaro gawked down at her, straddling her hips and grinningvictoriously. The thought of him so close, and in such a dominant position,made her cheeks turn all sorts of colors.

“Looks like I won,” he teased.

Her face was red hot, but not wanting to show weakness, she didn’tbreak away from his eyes.

“Very well. I forfeit.”

He chuckled, and then, to her surprise, leaned down to meet herlips in a soft kiss.