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“Please, Master, I don’t w-want to do this!” Touko cries, backing away with her hands held out in front of her.
Byakuya rolls his eyes. “Touko, we agreed to this yesterday. I would prefer if you didn’t back out of our agreement.”
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to,” Touko says, her eyes filling with tears. “I j-just… please, Master.”
She starts to sob, wrapping her arms around herself like she is about to crumple to the ground. Byakuya steps closer and places a hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t cry. There is no need to get upset. I’m not mad at you or anything ridiculous like that. I just,” he sighs, adjusting his glasses. “I fail to understand why showering is so difficult for you.”
Touko looks up at him. “Wh-What?”
“I had assumed you simply disliked showering,” Byakuya says, not bothering to mention he thought this because Touko never washes and often smells. “However… are you scared of showering, Touko?”
She sniffles, wiping her running nose. Touko bows her head, mumbling, “Y-Yeah. S-Sorry.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I… I would like to know about this, and then I might be able to help.”
He and Touko have only been in a relationship for a day, so Byakuya is not very good at being a boyfriend. Still, he wants to help.
Despite her tears, Touko smiles. “Th-Thank you, Master. It’s just, well, you know my DID?”
“Of course,” Byakuya says, nodding; he has known for a while that Touko has Dissociative Identity Disorder, but he isn’t fond of her alter.
“I-It comes from tr-trauma. Bad th-things happen and it makes your personality split. Mine was m-my fucked up family wh-when I was a kid. And… and once…” More tears spill down her face, her voice shuddering. Byakuya tightens his grip on her shoulder. “O-One of my m-mothers… sh-she told me I was disgusting and dr-dragged me by my hair into the shower and when I cried she h-hit me and screamed a-at me. And s-since then, I…”
“Enough,” he says. “I understand. You don’t need to go on.” Byakuya sighs. “Touko, I apologise.”
“It’s n-not your f-fault, Master,” Touko mumbles, voice hitching.
He sighs again. “Look, would you be willing to shower if I helped you?”
Touko blushes a deep shade of red. “Master, r-really?” She smiles weakly. “Well, I, I-I can try.”
“Well done,” he says, and Byakuya crosses the room to the shower room.
He holds out his hand to encourage Touko to follow, and switches on the shower.
“If you get distressed, I can switch it off. Just undress, and I will stay here, all right?”
Touko smiles, nodding, and starts to unfasten her dress. However, she soon sneezes, and Genocider Syo flashes her scissors at Byakuya with a disturbing smile.
“Not you again,” Byakuya mutters.
She cackles. “Ooh, Master, take me now!”
“Get lost,” he says, glaring at her.
He wants to help Touko through her issues, but dealing with this serial killer wasn’t part of the deal.