hajimesaito:

“So—-

—POOF-

“Hentai.”

Unfazed. “Eh, I like this kind of Hajime better, anyway.” 

Now if he could get ‘this kind of Hajime’ to make those kinds of sounds…

hajimesaito:

…….

K—kimochiiiii….

I guess he can take that as a yes…?



“…You okay, Hajiko-chan?” 

hajimesaito:

…….

The squeeze is too much.

“……..”






Squeezes again. 

hajimesaito:

“D—did you just grope my boobs?”

Is still cupping them. 

“Yes?”

Squeezes a little.

“Do you not like it?”

Deadpan. It’s amazing how little suggestiveness there actually is.

hajimesaito:

“….I have boobs.”

“Here, lemme see.” And without a bit of restraint, he reaches out, one hand cupping each breast. “Yep,” he nods, as if confirming something of dire consequence. “They’re boobs.”

hajimesaito:

“Of co——,”

-POOF-

“…course?”

wtf just happened.

“………..” 

wtf just happened, indeed.

“Well, that’s fine too, right, Hajiko-chan?”

NEVER ONE TO BE DISCOURAGED.

hajimesaito:

“I don’t want to inconvenience you…”

“Oh, it’s no inconvenience at all. You’d do the same for me, right?” He moves closer.

sadist-smile:

hajimesaito:

“…Are you offering?”

“…uhm… possibly? Yes..?” He’s still only thinking of the ‘undressing’ aspect.

hajimesaito:

“Aa.”

“…D-do you need… help with… that?” Getting dressed, getting undressed?

Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?, Have you ever had to hug someone you didn’t want to?

“Hmm, I dunno. I’m sure it probably happened when I was a kid.” He frowned a little thinking at the other question. “Yeah, again, when I was a kid. My mom used to make that guilt-trip face of hers and tell me I should hug the old man before he left on business. I hated it.”