3,5 Kirumi x Kiyo
Prompt: Kirumi and Ryoma switch heights. That's it. Kirumis 3'5.
Beauty, elegance, grace, determination. The ability to be able to complete any request that anyone asked of her. Her face looked smooth, and she had beautiful pastel green orbs for eyes. Her lips weren't too plump, but weren't thin either. A nice shade of pink that matched her skin. She seemed to almost always wear a smile on her face when around others.
The determination the woman had, combined with the beauty and elegance in all of her movements, all compressed into... 3'5.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't just as judgmental as everyone else about the female's height at first. But- he quickly changed that. He knew first hand that you couldn't judge someone by how they look. The female was surprisingly motherly, and often seemed to intimidate the others as well. It was admirable.
"You want me to do what?" Kirumi frowned. It felt wrong. Very wrong.
"...look, we don't like it anymore than you do. But someone's gotta do it. He's admitted to slipping food poisoning into both Shuichi and Himiko's drink." Rantaro crossed his arms, speaking seriously.
"Awe, come on Kirumi." Kaede knelt down, giving her a reassuring smile. By God she hated that. 'Awe, come on Kirumi.' Kneeling down, talking to her as if she were some child. A child that needed to go to school and didn't wanna leave her mommy and daddy. She hated that. So much.
"Don't talk to me that way." Her anger and frustration wasn't visible in her words. It was just plain and simple. She hated it.
"...any one of us could kill." Ryoma mumbled, kicking his feet up on the table. "I don't think some food poisoning is enough to send someone into their room to spy on them." He huffed, seeming incredibly calm. "I'm a murdered. But there's no suspicion on me."
"But you don't have any murderous intent. At least here, right now." Kaede sighed, standing up straight. Insensitive. "Kiyo... has brought up many times about how he himself seems like a killer. And he's brought up many different murder methods he knows. Even if that is how he is at times, we don't know what could happen next. Please- just..." Kaede looked down at Kirumi.
While the taller male was (probably) peacefully asleep in his dorm, everyone had gathered at the dining hall. They wanted Kirumi to spy on him. Sneak into his room. She was picked because of her size no doubt. Either way, she didn't like it. Not one bit.
But... she felt she really had no choice. It was a request, in a way. And she always fulfilled almost every request of her.
It was very simple. The next morning, the tiny female stood beside Kiyo's door, to where when he opened it, he wouldn't see her since she was on the other side of it. It wasn't that hard to sneak into his room. He opened the door, and walked out, clueless to the fact she was there. Before he closed the door, she slipped into his room unnoticed.
"..." the male's room seemed identical to hers, though less tightly and more books, papers, and pencils laying around everywhere. She had the sudden urge to tidy everything up. But, she knew she couldn't.
She sighed. What was she supposed to look for in here, anyways? After glancing in some of the books, a lot of them seemed to be diaries of his travels. Interesting. She didn't read through all of them. She needed something from the here and now.
By now, the others and him should be in the dining hall, just saying that Kirumi wasn't feeling well so wasn't attending. She should have a solid 15 minutes before she'd have to hide again and slip out. A lot of food poison, blunt objects, but overall nothing that was actually lethal to anyone. Huh.
What did the male even do in here all the time? If he spent all his time writing down his experiences, he should have it in a journal somewhere. But there was no pattern to the dates of the journals. They were just scattered everywhere, disorganized. It was driving her crazy. She suddenly heard the door knob turn. What-? How was he back? There's no way it could've been more than 5 minutes.
Kirumi did the first thing that came to her mind and dived under the anthropologist's bed. She fit fine enough. Being small had its benefits, though she'd never imagined she'd have to worry about this. The door opened, then closed. Footsteps. She could see him walking over to his desk, seeming to move them aside. He simply took one out of the seemingly chaotic pile.
How did he just- know where it was? Unknown to Kirumi, there actually was a subtle system and pattern. She'd assumed that they were all chaotically and randomly placed, even though she should've realized Kiyo wasn't the sort to just toss stuff about.
Because of this, Kirumi misplaced certain things when she put journals back. They looked untouched, but once the dates were checked it was obvious they had been moved.
"...hm." The anthropologist let out a light hum. This wasn't his present day journal. This was something from the two years prior November. "....." he frowned. No, he most certainly wouldn't mix up anything like that. He liked to think he had a system and stuck to it. "That's odd..." he murmured.
What was odd? Did she mess up something? Crap...
He sighed. Perhaps... he just misplaced them. Sure, yeah. He quickly realized simply checking the spots where the books would be switched wouldn't work. Oh, wonderful! Now he'd have to reorganize all of them again. How frustrating.
"..." he murmured to himself as he sighed, deciding he should probably start by reorganizing everything. He gathered his books which were obviously weren't in order anymore. The neat chaos Kirumi thought she'd not have to worry about wasn't so chaotic after all. She'd messed it all up.
After realizing just how many were mixed up, though. He seemed to start to get suspicious. He let out a slight chuckle as she saw him lean down taking a bottle of food poisoning in his hands. "..." Kirumi froze. She was holding her breath. There's no possible way he'd know she was there, right? Maybe he thought someone snuck in and out and that was it. Why would he assume anyone was hiding under his bed?
What if he did find out it was her? That she messed up everything and snuck in his room? She knew she spoke of not assuming he'd kill someone because of food poisoning, but she couldn't help but worry herself.
His feet were turned in her direction. No, he didn't know. There's no way. Just calm down. If she didn't, she'd give herself away for sure.
He took a few steps towards the bed, before kneeling down. She watched as he just picked up some journals. Ah... ah... ok... she was safe. She wished she could sigh in relief, but him being right there, she couldn't. She just kept quiet, and kept still. She completely froze up once she saw his bandaged hand reach under the bed. She didn't even notice that some journals had been pushed under with her. He took out one or two, without coming into contact with her.
That was until she was practically poked in the eyes. Even if she didn't help, the fact he seemed to just poke something even though his hand wasn't even on the floor, so it couldn't be a journal, screwed her over entirely. On top of that, she'd jolted, hitting her head. W o w . Very nice.
Kiyo blinked a few times, kneeling down and peeking his head to look under his bed. "...." The small, tiny maid, rubbing her eyes which were watery from being poked. Once her vision cleared, she could see his surprised face staring back at her. Before it seemed his eyes curved in a smile. She couldn't tell what type of smile it was, or what the male was thinking.
"..." he let out a soft chuckle. She wasn't sure how to feel about that. He carefully wrapped his slender fingers around her small arm, pulling her out from under the bed. "..." awe, look at her. He just- he couldn't even be mad at her.
Oh, it was so obvious but so obscure at the same time that the male truly adored the smaller female. He admired every bit of her being. So what if she'd literally snuck into his room to invade his privacy? Lmao who cares lol?
"...may I inquire as to why you're here, exactly?" Well, of course he actually did care about the fact she'd snuck into his room. She messed up his stuff, after all. He wasn't as upset with her, though, as he would be if it were any other human being hiding under there.
"..." Kirumi couldn't come up with any excuse. She wanted to, she was trying to. She didn't want him to think she would spy on him, and it wasn't out of fear.
"Let me guess. The others asked you to spy on me, didn't they?" He turned to her. She still wasn't able to read his expression.
"...yes." She nodded, knowing it was pointless to lie.
"Well, I suppose the deed is done and there's no point in my getting angry with you about it." He stood up. 2 feet taller than her. "You will help me reorganize all of my journals." It wasn't a question, and it wasn't something Kirumi had a problem with. She messed them up, she'd fix them.
There were quite a lot, and the male wanted to go through some of them a little, and such. It ended up taking most of the day. Once they finally finished, Kiyo checked all around his room for extra journals. "Well, it seems that's all. Hm?"
He blinked in surprise. He'd merely turned his back to the female for maybe a minute, and she seemed passed out on the floor. Unknown to him, the female hadn't really been sleeping well, and had been overworking herself for everyone else's sake. So, naturally, she'd pass out. Someone at such a small size shouldn't be overwhelming themselves so much anyways.
He didn't have her key to her room, and no idea where it would even be. He simply lifted the female up in his arms, and laid her down in his own bed, pulling the blanket over it. She seemed quite comfortable. It was nice to see the female relaxed and asleep. Ah, he probably shouldn't watch. That's weird. He simply went and got ready for bed himself. He normally didn't sleep with a mask on but given the fact there was another person not only in his room but in his bed, he put on a more comfortable cloth mask.
He sighed as he laid down in the bed, his soft golden eyes resting on the peaceful female. He admired her, greatly. Such elegance, patience, capability, determination, beauty. Perfection. All in a singular being. She really was perfect. "..." he knew his sister was angry with him about how much he truly did care for Kirumi. But he didn't care.
He frowned her out, closing his eyes, and slowly falling asleep.