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“You want me to do what?” The albino haired beastman questioned, blinking his icy blue eyes twice in disbelief. The wolf beastman stood in front of Mayor Rose in her office, discussing the newest mission. It’s been two years since the Nirvasyl Syndrome fiasco and everything went back to normal. Shirou looked just the same as before and wore the same attire. Even the mayor hadn’t changed, physical appearance and attire wise. The mayor gave him a knowing smirk, understanding that this assignment would be an interesting one for the older beastman. “I said that I want you to attend the Lunar Ball, where our sources says an anti beastman member will attempt to set off a bomb.” The Lunar Ball, a dance that celebrated the moon emitting a silver light every hundred years, a special event that the beastmen dubbed as the night of the Silver Wolf’s blessing. The Silver Wolf himself didn’t understand the phenomenon and was shocked that anyone would want to celebrate after Nazuna was found out to be a fake. However, beastmen tend to stick with their traditions, especially since they’re stubborn.
Shirou cleared his throat then crossed his arms together. “I could easily just sniff out the bomb the night of,” Shirou suggested, trying to find anyway to get out of this. “I’m afraid not. We don’t know when the culprit will strike so it would be best to have you on the site when the dance starts till finish,” the Mayor explained, crossing her legs as she sat behind her desk. Kuro, the black crow, sat on her desk, allowing the mayor to pet him gently, his eyes closed in contentment. Sighing in annoyance, Shirou mumbled, “fine,” then turned around to head out the door. “I’ll send you more details later. By the way, I’ll have someone send yours and Michiru’s formal attire by the afternoon,” the mayor called out to the usually stoic beastman, her mentioning the attire part stopped him in his tracks. Shirou was glad he had his back toward the mayor so she couldn’t see his flustered cheeks, the thought of Michiru in a dress was all that filled his mind. After a few months of working together since the whole ordeal with Alan, Shirou discovered that he was infatuated with the tankui girl. Although she was originally human, Michiru proved to be a trusted friend and, if he wasn’t immortal, would put his life on the line for her.
When Shirou calmed down a bit, he turned his head to the mayor who had a soft, teasing smile on her face. “Alright,” he finally grumbled out before walking out the Mayor’s office. Before the door closed behind him, Kuro flew out of the room, perching himself on Shirou’s shoulder. Shirou headed home, his hands balled up in a fist in his pants pocket. “Maybe she’ll be busy tonight with her baseball team or that Nazuna girl,” the grumpy beastman thought to himself, sort of like wishful thinking. However, a part of him did want to go with Michiru. A smirk formed on his face, the thoughts of Michiru excited for a new mission, bushy tailed and all, just to find out she had to wear a frilly dress would be an amusing sight. Shirou never really saw the tankui in anything else besides her usual get up, her jacket, shorts and a regular t-shirt. The thought of offering to buy clothes for her did crossed his mind from time to time, but he thought that was more of an activity she should do with Nazuna and Nina, although, he’s still hesitant about Michiru befriending a powerful mafia boss’s daughter.
That was another quirk of the tankui that he’s quite fond of. Michiru had this aura that just drawls you in, like a soothing flame to a horde of moths. She may be stubborn and rash at times, but she was kind hearted, selfless and compassionate. Michiru was the one that made him believe that not all humans are bad, although he continued to struggle with his distrust for them. A soft smile plastered on his face as he was nearing the shared apartment he had with Michiru. They decided to move out of the co-op about a year ago, wanting to give Melissa and Gem a break. The wolf beastman was surprised that the tankui didn’t decide to move in with Nazuna, but she had told him that she preferred to be near her partner in case of an emergency. Partner...is that all he is to Michiru? He shook the thought out of his head as he neared the four stories, dark brown apartment complex. It wasn’t shabby and was affordable, however, it didn’t have that charm like the co-op did. Nevertheless, it was his home.
He used the outdoor metallic stairs to head up to the second floor. Shirou shook his head as he let out a soft chuckle when he realized that Kuro had fallen asleep during the whole walk here. “Lazy bird,” the albino haired man thought to himself as he reached a wooden brown door, the black colored numbers “220” was etched into it. Shirou took out his keys and unlocked the door, walking into a smaller, carbon copy of the co-op. Though, it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the light blue wallpaper reminiscent to his eyes. After locking the door behind him, he placed Kuro’s sleeping form onto the couch, the little bird snoring softly. “I wonder if she’s here,” Shirou thought to himself then headed upstairs. He reached a light red colored door. Before he could knock, he heard the familiar voice singing that song she usually liked. The wolf beastman forgot the name, but it sounded nice whenever he heard her singing it. Shirou chuckled softly when an idea came into his head. “I could just go in and startle her a bit,” he thought to himself before opening the door. What was on the other side made his jaw go slack and his eyes widen.
Standing before him was indeed Michiru, her back turned to him as she used a black hair brush to mimic a microphone. The twenty year old tankui did indeed changed a bit. Her hair was long enough that she puts it into a loose ponytail, she grew an inch or two, and she was definitely curvier in the hips department. However, the problem that made Shirou freeze like a deer in headlights was that the girl was only in a loose black T-shirt and a pair of red panties. “Crap....” was the only thought that Shirou could processed in his head as he watched the girl continued to dance and sing, unknown to her that the wolf beastman was in the room. “Ok, let me just take a step ba—“ Unfortunately for him, when the albino haired beastman did that, the floor made a loud squeak sound under him. Shirou cringed as his head turned to Michiru, the girl froze in place.
Shirou watched as she turned her head toward his direction, Michiru’s usually round eyes widen more as her cheeks were beet red. Under different circumstances, Shirou would have thought she looked cute in her sleeping attire, especially since it was the first he ever seen her wore something different. Nevertheless, he knew at this moment that he was in a lot of trouble. They both just stared at each other, like time had stopped until finally, Michiru was the first to break the silence. “G-get out, you pervert!” the tankui shouted before grabbing the nearest pillow she could find and chucked it at him. Shirou dodged, holding his hands up after he bowed his head, rushing out a fast apology. The wolf beastman shut the door before bolting downstairs. He would just have to brief her about the mission when she was done. As he walked away, images of the half naked Michiru flooded his mind, making him blushed profusely. He would have to take a cold shower before he goes out for this mission tonight.