Kushida Loses Control, Bites My Hand?

"Waaahhh!!!"

Kushida Kikyo's eyes blazed with fury, but she couldn't break free from Yuto's grip.

"Alright, alright, I know, I know. Little Kikyo's feeling wronged—facing those idiots every day, anyone would be. Finally getting a chance to vent, of course you want to let it all out."

"But learning restraint is pretty important too. You don't have to play the saint in front of me, but you can't just turn into a witch outright. Hold back a little—at least don't tear up my paintings."

"Waaahhh!!!"

"There, there, I get it, I get it. You're bitter inside, it's hard, you've got endless things you want to say. But as a minor, we should promote healthy, all-round development."

"Use civilized language, act civilized, actively accept and absorb new knowledge. Don't indulge your desires, don't get addicted..."

"Waaahhh!!!"

"I'm not done yet... Holy shit!"

Yuto looked down—Kushida Kikyo's eyes were starting to roll back.

He quickly let go, and Kushida immediately gasped for air. Before she could catch her breath, she opened her mouth and bit down viciously on Yuto's hand.

"Ah, fuck—let go, let go! I need this hand to make a living!"

Yuto winced from the bite, prying at Kushida's face with all his strength to pull her off.

"Grrr!!"

Kushida Kikyo seemed to have regressed, growling from her throat like a dog.

Yuto figured this couldn't be seen by anyone, so he didn't dare yell, just thrashed around on the bed with Kushida.

Thump thump thump!

"Let go! Let go! Someone's knocking!"

Kushida finally released her grip. She shot Yuto a vicious glare, then started quickly straightening her clothes.

As she fixed herself up, she didn't forget to elbow him in the kidney.

Yuto rubbed his side and called toward the door: "Who is it, what's the matter? If the sky hasn't fallen, talk tomorrow. If it has, still talk tomorrow!"

Thump thump thump!

This time the knocking was louder: "Open the door!"

Horikita Suzune's voice.

"Can't do it. I'm busy, no time."

Yuto figured Horikita probably wasn't too happy right now, because she started pounding on the door: "I have something to ask you!"

Yuto didn't open up, but the neighbor did: "Horikita, could you please keep it down? Tsukishima might really be busy."

Horikita ignored them and kept hammering: "Yuto Tsukishima, if you don't want what happened tonight to get out, open the door now!"

Yuto rubbed his nose, calmed down Kushida—who was practically glowing red and about to self-destruct—and put a hint of a whine in his voice: "Sis, just go back for now. I really am busy. Not only am I not wearing pants, but I'm at the point of no return here!"

"You've gotta consider a teenage boy's physiological needs, right?"

"If I open the door now, am I gonna spray it in your face? Big sis, let's talk tomorrow, okay?"

There was silence for a few seconds outside the door.

Then came Horikita's gritted voice: "...Just you wait."

Footsteps faded away.

Yuto looked at Kushida.

Her eyes were still red, her hair a mess, two buttons on her shirt undone, her front armor exposed, and a bit of blood smeared on her lips.

"Alright, she's gone."

Kushida didn't speak, just breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling violently.

Yuto pulled out some tissues, wiped the blood and saliva off his hand, then handed her a few as well. While wiping, he said:

"Little Kikyo, we can't be like this. You're getting a bit scary here. Venting your malice is one thing, but you can't use your hands... or your mouth either."

Kushida shot him a glare, but it lacked any real bite.

The room fell silent for a few seconds.

The two of them just lay there on the bed, a mess.

The sheets were crumpled into a ball, with a few drops of red—Yuto's blood.

The pillow had fallen to the floor, and shredded paper was everywhere.

Yuto reached over and grabbed the pastries onto the bed: "Here, have some. I'm not gonna ask why you went crazy like this today. After all that exercise just now, eat up."

The bed was already a disaster anyway—a little more wouldn't matter. He'd have to clean it all up regardless.

Kushida picked up a pastry and shoved it into her mouth, chewing in silence.

Yuto took one too, then frowned: "Damn, even the pastries from that coffee shop are this bitter."

He pulled two bottles of mineral water from the desk and handed one to Kushida. "Have a drink. Eat slowly."

Tsukishima clapped his hands, picked up the broom, and began cleaning up the shredded paper scraps on the floor.

Actually, today's drawing turned out decent—he'd found that kind of feeling again. It was just that Kushida's emotions were a bit too unstable.

She wasn't really suited to be a model. Forget it, she could come or not in the future.

Too bad, though. He could've dressed her in all kinds of clothes and posed her in all sorts of positions.

Lust is a knife at the head—no lies there.

Maybe he should ask Ichinose for a photo? Would she agree to a full-body peace-sign shot?

Just as he was mulling over the feasibility, Kushida got off the bed and started straightening her clothes and skirt.

Tsukishima picked up two buttons from the floor and set them on the desk, casually throwing out a jab:

"Here are the two buttons that popped. You'd better apply for another set of uniform lining—aren't your chest feeling cramped in that?"

Kushida suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Today..."

Tsukishima waved his hand. "Today's nothing. I've figured it out—it was wrong of me to make you a model, since it was purely through threats."

"From now on, come if you want, don't if you don't. If you want to come, fine; if not, whatever."

"As for your videos and recordings, I'll hold onto them for now. I can't trust you in this mental state."

"But don't worry, I'll keep it well-secreted."

Kushida lowered her head. Tsukishima didn't pay it much mind, folding the coat on the bed and placing it on the desk. "Your coat's on the desk, don't forget. And the big glasses and mask too, don't forget."

He picked up the bedsheet and set it on the chair, humming some unknown tune as he tidied the bedding.

Kushida hugged her things and walked to the door. "Tsukishima-kun..."

Tsukishima let out an "Hm?"

"Sorry for the trouble today..."

Tsukishima spread a new sheet and answered casually, "No big deal."

Kushida stood at the door, hand on the handle, not moving.

Tsukishima paused. "You can still come if you want in the future. I really do need models here."

Kushida twisted the doorknob. "Mm... I'll come..."

Before the last syllable had even landed, she was already gone.

Tsukishima rubbed his chin. "This is trouble. Using my place as a safe harbor? Forget it, I'll just let it be."