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It was no secret that the current mononokean master was more irritable than usual; no, not at all nor was it noticeable. In vain the poor and delicate existence of his worker would disappear at any time if he said or did something wrong, for that reason Ashiya did everything possible to avoid bothering the blond guy.
But it was not for less that it was that way, and he had a lot in mind to pay more attention than necessary to the jet black, and he had much to the Executive wanted to kill Hanae for the simple reason for being human, and had much with that I raised him false of having assaulted a youkai -it deserved it-, ALREADY HAD that the Executive also told him that he was a dangerous human and that it was a bad influence for him. Bad influence? Come on! That he did not have the mental age of jet black! He knew with whom he related and reason, it was not necessary for one of the three most powerful people in the underworld to mention that to him.
He just could not understand what was dangerous or that from nothing were to wake up in him skills similar to yours, right? He sighed and watched his hand, how long ago had he been so worried about someone who had not been a youkai? Someone who would not have been Aoi?
Well, and we are not mentioning that the boy was a little distracted, MORE than usual, besides that they could not show him a bird or a drawing, that he had to thank the Executive. He looked at the boy for a moment, a thousandth of a second.
At that moment it was that the aura of the blond made Ashiya throw away the cushions in his hands it was not necessary to turn around to know that Abeno was watching him, he could imagine the look! What had he done wrong? Was it time to ask for forgiveness for being born? He immediately bent down and picked up the cushions, apologizing mentally for his mistake, and perhaps a little for his existence. He took a few more steps and kept what he had in his hands. Unconsciously once again he touched his neck, that was already a habit.
He looked down, for Fuzzy was trying to get his attention. He opened his eyes as much as he could and then tried to move quickly towards that direction. How the hell could he have forgotten a cushion? He was more than sure that he carried them all and not only that, Abeno had finished collecting everything he had used for the tea ceremony and was about to turn around. Analyzing the possible consequences of his forgetfulness... The blond could stop and then kill him with his eyes, as always, or stop and reprehend at him, while looking at him questioningly. Well, the consequences could be avoided, because it arrived on time.
Itsuki! Hanae! ( ﾟдﾟ)
Both Fuzzy and the mononokean did not know what to do, well, the second was understandable, although he knew there was no way he could do anything about it and Fuzy was simply shocked, but it could not be guessed if it was due to the increase in Ashiya's debt for the broken utensils or because of the situation in which the two boys were...
How much was the possibility of being in that situation? Could there even be a percentage? How the hell was it possible that when he hit the jet black it ended up on him? Oh, but of course it was not the only thing, well no. What could be the damn percentage that they were at the perfect distance to fall face to face? What could be the percentage AS FOR THEIR LIPS TO FINISH TO JOIN? Was there such a coincidence?
As he could, he got up as quickly as possible, turned around, opened the door of the mononokean and went out through it, whipping it. Evading Hanae's gaze, the text of the scroll and the simple fact that the ball of hair ran in circles... Why the hell did his face feel so hot?! And most important... Why the hell that damn beat so fast!? He took one of his hands, covered by the kimono to his mouth, trying to find a reason to those questions that had been asked. Well, maybe he had them, and they were: Stupid Ashiya! And his stupid uselessness! Stupid because now his lips were no longer virgins! For the next, he swore that if they found the Executive again, it would not help him!
Ashiya got up slowly, jumping at the moment of listening as they whipped the small door, still shocked by the event... He looked at Fuzzy, who was still running in circles, then the parchment, which read "Are you okay?" an emoji dramatic enough... What the hell had happened? Oh no, let's reformulate the question... How the hell had that happened? And more importantly... That had not been his first kiss?! He brought one of his hands to his lips, putting three of the yolks on them... He avoided screaming but... His first kiss had been stolen??!! And then for Abeno! Well, what else would have wanted to be stolen... but he realized that it had been more an accident... Same and had been with Abeno his first kiss! That made his face reddened everything. Ahhhh, what a shame I felt at that moment! Now the blond would end up firing him!