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Shiro really fucking hates Korosensei, which is why they are on a date right now. It’s all a part of his scheme to take down this piece of shit failed experiment, and definitely not because Shiro is in love with him, or anything like that. Yep.
It’s good, actually, for a non-date. Shiro isn’t a certified genius for nothing, he’d planned this well. They’re seated across from each other in a booth of a local café, and Shiro’s allowed Korosensei to order as many parfaits as he wants since the Ministry of Defense will foot the bill. He’s ecstatic, of course. Shiro is content with watching him eat, tripping over himself in his sweet-toothed greed even at mach 20 speed. Korosensei... The name was, honestly, cute. It suited this form, soft and pliant and sunshine yellow. He didn’t know about the specifics of the transformation his guinea pig had undergone, but he could guess that he chose this for himself, and the thought made him… well. He wasn’t opposed to it.
“Shiro-san, I admit I was surprised when you said you wanted to talk to me,” his test subject finally addresses him, wiping at the corners of his mouth delicately as if Shiro hadn’t just watched him wolf down about 30 of those parfaits.
“Oh? And what is unusual for a guardian meeting with his charge’s teacher?” Shiro inquires neutrally.
“AH! I didn’t mean to imply anything, I’m actually, rather enjoying myself- I mean, it’s good to learn more about my students always.” Korosensei is a terrible suck up, so eager to make a good impression for the sake of his teaching. Shiro’s lip curls, with disdain or amusement, he wasn’t sure.
“That is good to hear. I planned on it,” Shiro replies, to which Korosensei blushes, sweats, worried that his shallow behavior is too transparent. It’s nice to see him flustered, but he wants to cut to the chase; he’s been waiting long enough. Shiro leans in, and Korosensei leans back slightly, nervous again, his fake nose slipping and tentacles flailing.
“The thing is, guinea pig, I’ve come to reclaim what’s mine.”