Ayano's been looking forward to introducing you to her family ever since she first laid eyes on you. After all, the more the Aishis get to know you, the less chances of you abandoning her
Ryoba has been tweaking about meeting her future daughter-in-law too. She's so happy that her daughter finally found her soulmate, she just can't help it!
So when Ayano brings you to the family home for the very first time, you're greeted by an ecstatic Ryoba and a subtly miserable Jokichi
You enjoy dinner while Ryoba bombards you with questions and Jokichi stares at his plate blankly
When she gets a moment alone with you, Ryoba drops a vague threat about what might happen if you break Ayano's heart, all while aggressively washing her steak knife
If Jokichi ever manages to have a private chat with you, he just offers his condolences and kindly asks if you can help Ayano overcome her yandere tendencies. If not, he just prays that his potential future grandchildren don't go down the same path
Dozuki doesn't care much, to be honest. She simply casts a judgemental glance your way and then goes back to ignoring you. She might make demands of you every now and then but that's about it
Sureibu is just... there. Honestly, you sympathize with the guy
Ayano's Cousin (Nana, as I have named her for now) has made it her mission to show off her freak. She casually talks about all the blood and guts she swam through to secure her object of adoration while you try not to throw up your food
Ayano is the most bubbly and talkative her folks have ever seen her. She laughs, makes jokes, calls you sappy pet names while squeezing your hand in hers...
She's also relieved she gets to entrust you to people who won't antagonize her for your affections.
She tries to establish a strong bond between you and her mother especially. Because she knows if you ever manage to escape, Ryoba will be the one to drag you back by the hair, should Ayano be absent
She will discreetly write your full name as "Y/N Aishi" every chance she gets while Ryoba and Nana look up wedding dresses
On a more positive note, Ryoba will teach you all her family recipes, Nana will go shopping with you and maaaaaaybe Dozuki will help you with your makeup if she's feeling generous
All in all, they love you a lot. In the same way a mosquito loves tender flesh and a fly loves rotten meat.
Can I request the Aishi family's reaction to a fem! reader like this? From the moment they first meet, while they are overwhelmed with the new feelings, the reader quickly approaches them and says things like.
Y/n: Hi! I saw that you were staring at me, so I wanted to say hi! You are so pretty! I never saw you around before. What's your name? Do you want to be friends?
Let's just say they didn't need to stalk or kill anyone for their darling anymore, since they became close at the first meeting.
The designated love interest? Approaching an Aishi first? With no bloodshed involved? That's super rare :0
Anyway, here goes:
Ayano malfunctions. Like, you can see her bottom eyelid twitching and smoke rising from her ears. She was already freaking out over finally meeting her soulmate, but you coming up to her first? That's a huge relief. Immediately tries to set up dinner at her place.
Ayano's Cousin is a bit disappointed. She was looking forward to applying all those dirty tricks that had been passed down to her. But hey, at least you're cute and friendly and maaaaybe she can test her skills by sacking it to any potential suitors of yours.
Ryoba is over the moon. It's just like in all those romcoms! Scratch that, it's better than fiction! She restrains herself from asking you out right away and instead focuses on building a strong friendship with you first.
Dozuki is flattered. Of course you came up to her first. Something in you must have realized that the two of you are meant to be. Or you're just awestruck by her gorgeous looks. Either scenario works for her. At least she won't have to beg her mother to build a basement now.
Kataba is just as giggly as you are. It's pretty much the same route she canonically followed with Torahiko. Her murderous tendencies won't fully subside, but she plays it safe with you.
Azebiki is pleasantly surprised. This serves as a pivotal point in her research concerning the Aishi condition. She warms up to you just as quick, but doesn't neglect to take a few notes every now and then.
Kugi is a bit suspicious. For a moment, she's under the impression that you're onto her and her entire bloodline or that you're actually interested in her sister, but she relaxes the moment she realizes that you're just sweet like that.
Hiki gets flustered. She's used to being courted but it's entirely different when it comes to you. She gets domestic with you real quick and you're part of the family before you know it.
Kijiyose almost has a heart attack. Simply staring at you is electrifying enough, but having you approach her first nearly sends her into a coma. You're offering yourself up to her? Just like that? Great. Perfect. The wedding's tomorrow.
This was pretty fun to write, so thank you for the ask anon !! <3
𝄞 BAIT AND SWITCH (ONE AND ALL, FULL OF SHIT . . .)
Synopsis: An unfortunate incident lands you in the clutches of one of the most sadistic Aishis.
Characters: Nana Aishi (Ayano's Cousin) x Fem!Reader
Content Warnings: Yandere themes, mentions of murder, toxic relationship dynamics, mild sadism, suggestive scenes, a bit of dubcon
Word Count: 3.4K
A/N: Nana is the placeholder name I have given to Ayano's cousin (cuz she reminds me of Nana Osaki <3). Had literally no direction while writing this.
-> Also available on AO3!
You were way past worrying about the stench of alcohol on your clothes or the slurring of your words. The colourful lights of the club danced like amorphous shapes around you, the beat pulsated in your ears and your wobbly legs were leading you to the bathroom, seeking out someplace cool and quiet. In other words, it was your first night out and you were beyond overwhelmed.
When your shaky hands held onto the sink for support- a broken nail and a bruise on your thumb in the corner of your vision-, the whirlwind that had been spiralling in your stomach sprang up like a fountainhead and out came the rainbows from your mouth. But some vomit was all you needed to collide with reality once more.
The sight in the mirror was far from flattering. Bloodshot eyes, a runny nose, smudged makeup… and a familiar figure looming behind you. Through your blurry vision, you caught sight of her distinctive dyed bangs, sharp eyeliner and punk outfit. How typical of her.
“Nana… ugh… d’you have a painkiller or something?” Your words stumbled over each other, snowballing into an incomprehensible ball of yarn. They were met with a giggle.
“Darling, alcohol and painkillers are a recipe for disaster. You’ll just have to tough this one out like a big girl.”
Her hand landed on your shoulder, painted black nails sinking into the pliant flesh revealed by your drop-shoulder top. Oddly enough, the gesture helped dissipate the thick fog from your brain, though the headache was still splitting your skull open.
“Dammit…” You murmured under your breath. Nana’s grip tightened, her lips curled in a knowing smile.
“Oh, hush now. That’s enough delinquency for one night. Besides…”
She leaned down, breath fanning over the back of your neck. It never dawned on you just how controlled her breathing always was. It was almost robotic, a half-assed attempt at mimicking a normal human. But to Nana’s relief, she wouldn’t have to pretend for long.
“It would be a shame if our teachers were to find out you were partying all night. I’m sure you’d hate it if your dear friend snitched on you, no?”
In hindsight, you were lucky. All you had to do to confirm that was take a look at the Aishi family tree. A whole string of lovesick girls committing atrocities in the name of securing their soulmate. If the tales of Nana’s great grandmother were to be believed, an Aishi wasn’t above kidnapping, torturing or even murdering their crush. So, it was almost comical how an ultimatum was the tether that binded you to Nana.
Be mine or I’ll tell the faculty what you did that night.
To be fair, the hypothetical expulsion you could’ve scored was paramount to your whole world collapsing at the time. You’d have to crawl from one school to another, begging them to let you transfer. Not to mention your parents’ reaction. Cornered and panicked as you were, you agreed to Nana’s terms. You figured you could dump her as soon as you graduated, blissfully oblivious to what you were getting into.
At first, you figured this was yet another elaborate scheme of hers. Nana had garnered a reputation for inflicting sadistic pranks on others after all. Dumping paint on teachers, inexplicably leaving flowers on bullied students’ desks and slandering people online were all-time classics. Smoking cigarettes, smuggling alcohol and flipping through saucy magazines at school were also common habits of hers. Even for the less strict standards of your average public high school, everyone knew to steer clear of her.
Yet here you were, hanging from her bent arm and shuffling under the weight of her denim jacket with colourful skull-shaped patches sewn onto it. She strung you along down the hall, bathing in the very same wide-eyed stares and hushed murmurs that made you keep your gaze glued to the floor. You weren’t used to being the center of attention. And even if you had to be, you hated the fact that it was by association to someone like Nana.
When you reached the bathroom, a sigh escaped your lips. But relief was short-lived as Nana crowded you in one of the stalls, her slender but intimidating frame casting a shadow over yours.
“Nana- ah! What are you doing?”
“Killing time before class, obviously.” She scoffed, one arm folded behind her back as she closed the door, effectively locking you inside with her.
Her manicured nails found your neck, harshly pulling down the collar of your uniform and leaving crescents on your sensitive flesh. The sting didn’t linger for long as her lips soon found purchase on the delicate column of your throat, throbbing around your pulse point and occasionally darting her tongue out to flick over your skin.
Your back arched against her as you sucked in a gasp. Your arms flailed about aimlessly before latching around her, causing her jacket to slide off your shoulders and drop to the glistening floor.
Admittedly, you were quite inexperienced. Sure, you were proud to declare that Nana wasn’t your first kiss but she certainly was the first person to get so steamy with you. If her calculated movements were anything to go by, she had aces up her sleeves, even when it seemed that she was driven by sheer animalistic instinct. But you’d soon find out that just like with every maiden before her, you were Nana’s first and only ever.
Nana’s hands drifted south, fingers ghosting over the waistband of your skirt. She didn’t want to kiss you, not yet. She was simply mapping out uncharted territory, wishing to see how far she could go before you were begging for her lips on yours.
You stumbled backwards until your back was flat against the cold tiled wall. Your shoulders squared and your blood ran cold, as though you were expecting a command. Sensing your awkward demeanour, Nana pulled back ever so slightly.
“Seriously? You’ve never had someone kiss your neck before?” She asked in a huff of amused laughter.
You didn’t respond right away, pondering on what kind of answer she wished to hear. But your silence was all she needed to form that telling toothy grin.
“Innocent as a lamb. Got it.”
With a melodic hum, she descended once more, her teeth now bared against the visible etched lines of your veins and her fingers waltzing beneath your skirt.
“Good. That means I get to be the one who shows you the ropes.”
It was already humiliating enough waddling late into class with toilet paper looped around your soaked panties. Not that you had gotten to see the end of it, given how Nana had become concerned with attending her algebra class all of a sudden. You could only press your thighs together and pray that no one looked too close, spending the rest of the lesson daydreaming about the whole new world that had just been opened up to you.
When you approached Nana during lunchtime at her usual spot near the vending machines, demanding her to finish what she started, she simply shrugged and flicked cigarette ashes in your face.
“Later.” She said dryly.
Irritation flared in your chest. She had the audacity to force you into a relationship with her, and just as you were entering the honeymoon phase, she was giving up on you.
Unbeknownst to you, this was yet another tactic of hers. Bait and switch, as she called it. Lure the prey in, then turn your back on them and they’ll surely come running towards you.
It wouldn’t be the last time Nana had bugged you like that. One day she’d be whispering sweet nothings in your ear, the next she’d be shamelessly flirting with others in front of you. One moment she’d be worshipping your body, the next she’d be comparing you to gravure models and pointing out every little imperfection of yours.
It was cruel, but it worked. With every compliment she uttered to someone else, you’d throne yourself on her lap more insistently. With every drop of venom she spat your way, you’d apply another layer of her favourite lip gloss and pop another button clean off your shirt. You went from being indifferent to craving her attention and praise in a matter of days. Part of you sensed this change, but your pride wanted to prove something to her. But what exactly? Being able to keep up with her unpredictable pace? Being better than she gave you credit for? You never figured it out.
By the time you realized just how deep in you were with her, it was too late. You didn’t care about swimming back to shore. Letting the tides sweep you away was a lot less effort.
“Hold still, baby. I’m not done yet.”
You had been at this for a little over an hour now. Clad in just your underwear and her oversized jacket, thighs spread and hands splayed out between them on her bed. Your muscles were taut as a bowstring and numb at the same time.
Nana had called you over to have some fun. You were beyond stressed with life and God knew you needed an outlet. Maybe finally making proper love with your girlfriend would melt away some of the tension that had been building up within you.
Needless to say, your patience was running thin the longer Nana busied herself with that oh-so-important project of hers. Since when did she care about her grades anyway?
You let out an exasperated sigh, not caring if you sounded like a whiny brat to her. You were bored out of your mind and the position you were in didn’t ease the burn between your legs in the slightest.
“Please… at least let me sit on your lap?” You asked with the best puppy eyes you could manage.
“Nuh-uh. Can’t have you making a mess on me.”
You threw your head back with a groan, thighs shuddering as your knees sunk deeper in the mattress. The scantily clad models on the covers of the magazines scattered by the foot of the bed grinned at you mockingly. The universe was dishing out its cruelest jokes to you.
Nana craned her swan-like neck to steal a glance at you. Roses had blossomed on your cheeks and the tip of your nose and the zipper of her jacket had slid down to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. She’d never admit it to you but this game had been taxing on her as well.
With a delicate flick of her wrist, she flipped her notebook shut, shielding the crude sketches she had drawn of you from view, before crawling over to you.
“I kept you waiting, didn’t I?” She murmured as she pressed butterfly-like kisses on the inner side of your thigh.
You were quick to reciprocate after what felt like years of frustration. A mellow moan fell from your lips like honey. Your hands instinctively landed on her shoulders, matching nails sinking with the right amount of pressure to get her going. She rewarded you by gently pushing you against the pillows, easing your stiff posture.
It started off slow and sensual. Fingers tangled together, tongues rolling against each other, hearts beating in tandem. You were brushing past the pearly gates, aching for that forbidden fruit you had been denied for so long.
When Nana’s head dipped below, you expected to hear some of that saccharine praise or a bit of dirty talk to make you squirm. Instead, her words killed the mood.
“I saw you chatting it up with some guy the other day. Cute, wasn’t he?”
The sudden shift in topic combined with the sarcasm lacing her words made you go still. You tilted your head, eyes searching hers for any signs of deceit. There were none. She looked dead serious.
“What guy?”
Nana scoffed, caging you with her arms beneath her. Pleasure had literally passed you by like a breeze.
“Don’t play dumb. I saw you with him right before the bell rang. Did you see how he was looking at you? Or were you too busy laughing at whatever clever little thing he’d say?”
That’s when it clicked. Right. Your classmate that had asked you about the homework and cracked a joke about your history teacher. Some friendly guy you interacted with once every two weeks or so.
Your eyebrows furrowed in genuine disbelief, hands sliding away from Nana’s shoulders to twitch uselessly by your sides.
“You mean Hiro?”
The mere mention of his name had her lips tightly pressing together in a thin line. You suspected that you had made a wrong move and resorted to damage control by putting on your most peachy smile.
“He’s just a friend! I-I think he already has a girlfriend. Actually, scratch that, I think he might be gay-”
Nana’s icy expression didn’t soften at all. She could tell you were bluffing. And while she relied on her manipulation tactics to keep you bound to her until the end of your days, she couldn’t trust any potential suitors of yours to stay away from you.
You didn’t get laid that evening. You went home with damp panties and your hands clutched in fists. Meanwhile, Nana was left with plenty of options to consider. And all of them were in accordance with the teachings that had been passed down to her.
“Want another shot, baby?”
The bass pounded in your skull, mimicking a heartbeat of sorts. The figures swaying all around you had sharp features, the colourful lights hadn’t formed halos just yet. You knew you were nowhere near wasted enough for this.
“Yeah.” You mumbled, your voice barely audible, even to you.
Regardless, Nana connected the dots; from the sparks of irritation in your eyes to the crease between your eyebrows. She leaned over the counter to order another drink for you.
She gingerly sipped her beer, watching as you impatiently downed the whole glass, chasing the weightlessness of being drunk to clear your head of all the chaos that had transpired.
Earlier that day, you had timidly reached out to your friends, inviting them out for drinks to celebrate your graduation. It had occurred to you just how much you had neglected their company; a result of Nana’s possessiveness seeping into every pore of your life. They declined, pointing fingers at your girlfriend and reminding you just how much your relationship with her had changed you.
Of course, when you brought this up to Nana, she only scoffed and claimed that you were better off without those fake friends of yours anyway. She was to blame, naturally, but you knew better than to confront her directly.
As compensation (for getting dumped by your friends, not for sabotaging your entire social life), Nana took you to the very same bar that had seen you bound to her for eternity. You weren’t particularly happy to be there, growing even more bitter as the evening dragged on. You just wanted love from a bottle and poured right into your cup.
Nana chuckled as blood gathered in your cheeks and your eyes grew disoriented. She brushed her knuckles over your cheekbone, obsession prowling around you like vipers.
“You’re adorable when you’re shitfaced, babe. I love it when you’re like this.”
You glanced over to her, blurry eyes boring into her very being. A putrid mix of adoration and hate swirled in your gut.
“Oh, yeah?” You challenged her, putting on your best ‘tough guy’ look. Leaning abruptly forward, your voice dropped to a hazy whisper. “Wanna hear a secret?”
Nana’s lips curled in a smile, the addition of her black lipstick and crimson-dyed bangs reflecting the chimera nestled within her. “I’m all ears, darling.”
You bared your teeth to her, a sardonic grin splitting your face in half.
“I fucking hate you.”
You laced each and every word in venom, spitting it out right in her face. You reveled in the moment Nana’s shit-eating grin morphed into an expression of pure shock. Bait and switch. Though the sober you locked away somewhere in the back of your head knew you had messed up badly.
Two drinks in and Nana was dragging you to the bathroom by the arm. You were laughing hysterically, eyes screwed shut to suck in the onslaught of incoming tears. You had messed up really badly.
She shoved you against the wall, waves of pain rippling across your back. Before you knew it, her hands were snaking beneath your dress to sink her nails in the tender flesh of your waist and her teeth were at your throat. You threw your arms around her, still cackling as she drew blood.
“You think you’re funny, huh? I go through all this effort to make you happy and this is what I get in return?”
Her usual manipulation tactics had little effect on your brain, now clouded with the haze of alcohol. You giggled as your hands flailed about, clawing weakly at her back to return whatever pain you could to her.
“Yeah. You fucking suck.” You mused, emptying an entire bucket of gasoline in the fire.
Nana responded by sinking her teeth even deeper, seeking to split open a vein or two. Your manic laughing devolved into a cry of pain, echoing across the empty bathroom.
“Oh, yeah? Is that what you think of me?” She hissed. It wasn’t long before you were squeezed in one of the stalls once again, the familiar sensation of your bra clipping free and slipping away engulfing you.
You dared to crack open an eye. Nana stood before you, a beast wrapped in human skin, manifesting centuries of suffocating infatuation masquerading as love. Her canines glistened red, black lipstick smeared. In her narrowed eyes flared a cocktail of rage, obsession and lust. And you were going to welcome it all with open arms and equally open legs.
Her hands forced you still against the wall, teeth gnawing away at your chest, trying to consume your heart itself.
“I killed the bastard, y’know? Slit his throat open and dumped him into the gutter.” She growled amidst her bites.
You lolled your head back, gaze glued to the blinding ceiling lights and voice reduced to a mumble. “What bastard?”
She laughed without humour before delivering a swift slap to your rear, earning a startled yelp out of you.
“The asshole that was hitting on you. Turns out he did want to ask you out after all.”
The sober you reemerged with all the gracefulness of a beached whale. Realization poured over you like a bucket of ice. The warm embrace of alcohol and the fresh blood trickling down your neck and torso juxtaposed the nuclear winter ensnaring your heart.
Nana could only smirk. She had you right where she wanted you again. Now, only to make sure you wouldn’t snitch…
The washed out morning light settled over your fragile form like volcanic dust. Specks of blood littered your pillow, the nauseating scent of beer and smoke clinging to you. A glass of cold water and a pack of ice weighed in your hand. You were back to being dead inside once more.
Nana strolled into the room, wrapped in a fuzzy towel with wet black and red strands of hair glued to her forehead. Your dizzy eyes followed her figure, watching as combed her fingers through her hair and rubbed body cream on her joints. The moonlight complimented her better.
Through the reflection of the mirror, Nana met your gaze. Her lips curled in a tentative smile, like a hawk with a mouse clutched in its claws. She rolled her chapstick over her lips.
“Don’t bother cooking today. We’re visiting my aunt. She’s been looking forward to meeting you.”
You responded with a half-assed hum, barely paying attention to the umpteenth member of her twisted family you’d get to meet. It was all the same choreography; polite smiles, arms locked around Nana’s, compliments to the chef. You could only pray that your hangover would run its course as early as possible.
Nana popped her lips before fluffing out the frayed edges of her hair, speaking more to herself rather than you. “You’ll also get to meet my cousin. From what I’ve gathered, she finally met her match this year.”
You nodded absentmindedly, pressing the pack of ice against your heated forehead. “Cool, cool…”
Your girlfriend circled back to you, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head and rubbing circles on your back. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine by noon. Oh, and guess what?”
She leaned down, her breath ghosting over your ear. Her voice was as sultry as ever. “My cousin’s crush has some dumb bitch pursuing him too. That means I get to teach her some of my tricks.”
You smiled and nodded once more. Because in all honesty, what could you do?
How do you think the Aisha family would react to a reader who escapes the basement and all theor restraints while they are out... Only to take some food and greet them as they come back home, as if it's a normal day?
Behold! The greatest plot twist of all time! as well as Stockholm syndrome at its finest
Ayano checks around to see if you've strung along the cops or something. But to her surprise, the coast is clear. And you even went out of your way to buy her favourite snacks. She figures she has nothing to worry about anymore and that you're now undeniably hers.
Ayano's Cousin is amused. She knew the Aishi method of messing with her soulmate's mind was effective but not THAT much. And while she did enjoy the sight of you tied up, she figures there's no need for it now that you're all sweet and docile. Unless this is another trick of yours.
Ryoba is over the moon. You have finally accepted your fate! And you even made cooked something up! That's the domestic dream Ryoba has been rotating in her head for ages now! She starts squealing in excitement and traps you in a hug to pepper your face with kisses.
Dozuki is dumbfounded. First of all, how did you get out? She told her mother to make sure the rope is nice and tight. And second of all, is that dango on the counter? Well, at least you know your place. But if you act up in the slightest, that's another week in the basement for ya.
Kataba is relieved. It seems you have finally come to your senses! Her job is tedious and the hours are long so, you bet she's going to appreciate you committing to the role of a housewife. And if you ever get any ideas, she has the connections to drag you back home.
Azebiki starts taking notes. Specifically, she tries to establish a link between the Aishi tradition and Stockholm syndrome. She bombards you with questions and meticulously studies your wide eyes full of what she assumes to be love. She can only hope your condition remains stable.
Kugi panics at first. She's about to tackle you to the floor and cover your mouth when she suddenly spots the generous serving of onigiri in front of you. Oh. So, her mother's tricks do work after all. She'll play along but make no mistake. She's still keeping an eye on you.
Hiki is ecstatic. It seems you are finally adjusting to your role in the family. She immediately shows you around, teaches you old family recipes, lets you settle in your shared bedroom.. Oh, and don't worry about the basement. The thought of trapping you down there won't cross her mind ever again.
Kijiyose is cautiously optimistic. She allows you a certain degree of freedom within the confines of the house, just to see what you're up to. She remains as sweet and caring as ever, but her grip on your hand is a little too tight and the way she ties your obi is a little too forceful.
How would the Aisha family react to a darling who is kind, sweet and loving to everyone but... it never quite reach her eyes. She always say the right thing, get perfect grades, have everyone as a good acquaintance... And yet people whisper about the scars on her body, the way she never truly seem present...
Until the first murder.
When it happens, its as if a switch has turned and darling becomes... A bit more focused on the Aisha, eventually cornering her in the changing room or somewhere else, just asking why she did it.
Then, their darling just smile and walk away... But there was finally some true joy behind those dead eyes...
This is super delayed, sorry anon!! I'm excluding Dozuki and Hiki once again since they haven't killed anyone canonically
So, sadistic!Reader it is...
Ayano freaks out at first. What if you only pretended to keep your cool so you can go report her to the police?? But upon closer observation, she realizes that the spark in your usually dead eyes is genuine. She decides to bite... maybe if she keeps up her murder spree, you might just reciprocate her feelings.
Ayano's Cousin is elated. Her soulmate is just as sadistic as she is! She wastes no time word-vomiting just how down bad she is for you and that she takes immense joy in killing others. Hell, she even invites you to join her. Think of the two of you as a murderous couple from now on.
Ryoba doesn't fully process it at first. But she soon realizes that you're just as prone to nasty tricks as she is - lethal or not. She will court you through normal means, except that the Valentine's cards and heart-shaped chocolates left on your desk are splattered with suspicious crimson streaks...
Kataba is also over the moon. That means she won't have to go through the effort of keeping secrets from you! She's way too protective of you to let you get involved in any blood-and-guts business, but she'll let you watch if you insist. After all, you're the Bonnie to her Clyde :)
Azebiki is intrigued, naturally. She documents you as the very first sadistic love interest to have ever breached the Aishi family. She studies you obsessively, only falling further in love with you as she tries to figure out what kind of gene is responsible for your affinity for chaos.
Kugi panics at first. Are you onto her? Are you going to do a 180 and reveal her true nature for all to see? She comes this close to kidnapping you before realizing that no, that's just the way you are. She's relieved, but she won't indulge your violent fantasies. That's too risky.
Kijiyose is relieved for the most part. At least you're somewhat accepting of her family's crude traditions. But since you're the only one who knows about them, she can't risk letting you slip between her fingers. You understand, right? Now let her measure your ring finger.
I need to write a Bonnie and Clyde themed fic for one of the Aishis, holy shit-
