Decameron: Qui Benit Sa Maitresse [I/4]
Once there was a disturbance between roommates.
“I saw you, so don’t try to deny it,” said Lars, the house president, voice firm. “You’ve got a waifu in there.”
“Look,” begged Kyle. “It’s not what you think. Yuuki’s just so I can keep my shoulders aligned when I sleep.”
“Yuuki?” Lars shook his head. “I was hoping you hadn’t named her yet. That’s just going to make this harder.” He rubbed his temples, and continued: “When we moved into this house, we agreed on one rule above all others: no weeb shit. And that body pillow is definitely weeb shit.”
Kyle hung his head. He knew he was caught, and he knew what he'd agreed to.
“What are you going to do with her?” he asked, defeated.
“Get rid of her before anyone else sees,” Lars answered. “Where is she?”
Kyle told him about the place he’d lovingly hidden Yuuki the night before (under the bed) and barely suppressed the urge to tell him to be careful taking her out, because she was very sensitive.
“I don’t want to watch,” he told Lars instead.
“Fine by me,” Lars nodded.
Lars entered the room, and, as soon as he closed the door behind him, his demeanor shifted. “Yuuki…?” he cooed, quietly. “Yuuki-san?”
Looking under the bed, his eyes quickly spotted the cyan of her hair printed on the top fifth of the pillow
“Yuuki-san, I’m going to take you away from here. You deserve better than hiding under a bed like this.” He straightened her before him, holding her gently by the shoulders. “An elegant lady such as yourself needs an elegant home.”
The body pillow’s head florped forward.
“Oh, Yuuki-san. If only we hadn’t banned weeb shit in this house, you and I could live openly together. If only we hadn’t had such devastating house-wide fights about Sword Art Online, you and I—“
“Ah-ha!” barked Kyle, from where he had been spying near the door. “Bastard, you only wanted her for yourself!”
Instinctively, Lars pulled the body pillow behind him, a defensive posture. He saw the glint of the phone recording in Kyle’s hand and knew he was thoroughly defeated. He scowled.
Kyle leaned against the door frame and smirked unhappily. “Looks like there’s only one option for us now, huh.”
Nonsensical thoughts ran through Lars’ head: Own up to being weebs? Live openly with Yuuki? Change the house rule, and be honest about their likes and interests with their friends? Then he realized what Kyle actually meant.
And so, they continued to hide her under Kyle’s bed, but Lars got her on the weekends.