Saito is exhausted so he’ll be collapsing on Okita’s bed for the night!
He yawns widely as he walks in, frowning a little. “…already passed out, huh?”
Shrugging, he slips his shirt off and slides into bed alongside Saito for the night…
“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…
“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.
“….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.”
“Of co——,”
-POOF-
“…course?”
wtf just happened.
“………..”
wtf just happened, indeed.
“Well, that’s fine too, right, Hajiko-chan?”
NEVER ONE TO BE DISCOURAGED.
“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.
“…Are you offering?”
“…uhm… possibly? Yes..?” He’s still only thinking of the ‘undressing’ aspect.
