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“She’s not my sister!”
“Then who is she?! You two clearly look related!”
“She-”
“No!” Itto slammed his hands onto the table behind Gorou, effectively trapping him between himself and the table.
“Look, I know I can be slow sometimes but you two look too similar to just be similar ‘breeds’ or whatever. You two are definitely blood related.”
This. idiot!
Gorou raised a hand to half heartedly push against the oversized oni’s abs and face palmed with the other.
With a dejected sigh Gorou made a reluctant agreement, “Alright, alright. Since you want a meeting with her so badly I’ll see what I can do. But I cannot gua-”
“ALRIGHT!” Itto patted Gorou’s arm and thanked him, exiting the scene to probably go find someone to fight with for some food.
...Gorou waved back and stood there for a while. A long while.
He squatted on the floor.
Yae- He needs Yae Miko-!!! QAQQQ
“Everyone~, please don't push! We’re starting in 5 minutes!” A young, masked lady shouted a reminder to the crowd below the stage she stood upon.
“Miss Yae, are you sure this will work?” Gorou glanced at the crowd from behind the heavy red curtains.
“It’ll be fine~ Fine~ Fine~” Yae Miko leaned against the wall and waved her hand in a relaxed manner.
Gorou continued to stare at the crowd; at a specific location. His ears pitifully flattened.
“Oh~ don't do that. Here here. Let’s do the finishing touches now, hm? We have 4 minutes.”
Gorou was dressed up as ‘Miss. Hina’, down to the cleavage and all. Very lavish indeed… . It was unknown what Yae Miko had done but she instructed Gorou that he’d be fine as long as he ended the meeting with Itto before midnight.
As Yae Miko applied cold gloss to his lips one final time he couldn't help but think. Should I just tell him? But he- no, we’re both big men. We both like women. I shouldn't shatter his dream of Miss Hina.
Yae Miko adjusted the hair ornaments in Gorou’s temporarily long hair. Heavy. “You ready, cutie?”
Gorou’s ear flinched at the hot breath.
Dazed, Gorou was in a daze.
Gorou honestly didn't think that the ruse would go this far. Yae Miko set up a (rigged) raffle ball cage. Whomever’s number that got called would have the opportunity to have an in person meeting with ‘Miss Hina’.
Hmph, ignoring her? Yae Miko grabbed eye drops and tilted Gorou’s head. Two drops per eye.
“Ugh…” Gorou snapped back to reality with the cold wet sensation in his eyes. He wanted to rub his eyes but-
Yae Miko quickly used a tissue to soak up the excessive fluid.
“Hmm, good.” Yae Miko nodded in approval of his makeup.
With a giggle (of schadenfreude) she urged him to stand ready at the side.
Gorou looked as if he was being forced to go streaking to save his country.
“Ahem-hem! Everyone, please settle down. Allow me to present to you all, Miss Hina!”
With an agitated huff, Gorou feigned elegant confidence, he sauntered out to the table. He gave a bow and a polite smile, catching himself staring too long at a certain someone's direction.
The young masked lady continued, “Although all of you might already know, here is a reminder for those who may have forgotten. Miss Hina here will be pulling a random fan to have an in person meeting with. This raffle is purely based upon fate. The winner may come behind the stage through the side door over there, assisted by bodyguards. May you be lucky tonight!”
Gorou could hear his heart beating. The raffled was rigged to be him anyways, why was he nervous? Itto’s an idiot, what if he swaps numbers with somebody else?
He steadied his hand and began rolling the cage. Come on, come on.
Pangg-
A ball had rolled out.
Gorou called out with a voice he wasn't familiar with- “Number 26!”
Gorou sat at a low tea table. Itto was supposed to enter any minute now. In all honesty, his plan was to get Itto to either drink himself unconscious or to knock him out with a powder Miss Yae has given him to use in an emergency.
Knock, knock-
“Who is it?”
A serving girl at the door answered for Itto, “It is the raffle winner, Miss Hina.”
After a brief period of silence- “You may enter.”
Gorou rose from his seat to greet Itto.
“Welcome, Itto. Please have a seat.” He gestured towards the seat opposite of him with a smile.
Itto took a seat, and… looked comedically far too large compared to the table.
Gorou was actually taller in the form of Miss Hina, but Itto still looked double his height.
“Uhm, Miss Hina, I have a uh- a gift for you…” Itto pulled out a delicate bouquet of flowers.
Gorou felt complicated. He felt warm inside that Itto was giving him flowers, but he also felt cold because these weren't truly for him, they were for his persona.
Gorou accepted them with a bashful face nonetheless.
〔Like this, the two of then had a pleasant evening.〕
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Poof-!
What?! It shouldn't be that late! It seemed he… had lost track of time … Q-Q
“Miss Hina?!”
Itto sounds so concerned… for her. Not me.
With a cloud of dense smoke, Gorou regained his original appearance.
Itto shifted over and held Gorou in his arms. “M-miss HinnnnnaaaaAAAAA?! Gorou?!”
The two of them stared at each other for an undetermined amount of time.
Gorou was nervous, Itto was confused.
“Where… did Miss Hina go? Why are you here instead...?” Unexpectedly, Itto felt a little shy to look at Gorou in his arms.
Gorou was typically dressed skimpily, as Itto was too. But seeing the man with the kimono sliding off his shoulders -just barely showing his two fruits- and his sorry expression, it made Itto’s heart pound harder than when he first sat down with Miss Hina.
“Itto… I”
In a panic, Gorou took the opportunity of the confusion to grab the vial of what Yae Miko had given him. He swiftly opened it and splashed it onto Itto’s face, aiming for his agape mouth.
It smelled exceedingly sweet. It was especially thick as well. A cute pink color.
“Ah! Ahn, ah, hhah, wUuu…!” Gorou was imprisoned on the big oni’s lap.
Itto held Gorou down with a hand holding his waist.
He massaged the base of Gorou’s tail, “Was it fun? Watching me chase after you while you stayed in disguise?”
“Unf… n-noOoOo, it was- Miss Yae, I- I wuuu… I didn't have a choice on, on the persona… nnh!”
Gorou started lapping at one of Itto’s pecs, nipping at it to teethe a little. He snatched a nipple to stiffle his sounds.
And then they have a nasty fuck in the tea house and get permanently banned from that tea house.
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧