Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

"Mr. Deer, are you asleep?"

Fushimi Roku was in a half-asleep, half-awake daze. His biological clock was precise; he usually slept around eleven or twelve at night and woke up at eight or nine in the morning. If he had bad sleep, he'd wake up at ten or eleven. If he was late, he didn't care. If he was late for half a day, he'd just take a sick leave.

Hearing some noise, Fushimi Roku paused for a second before his brain forcibly rebooted, wondering why Minamoto Tamako was calling him so intimately in the middle of the night.

Could it be...

He steadied himself, cleared his throat, and responded softly, "Not yet, what's up?"

Minamoto Tamako just asked offhandedly, not expecting Fushimi to really be awake. Embarrassed to admit her anxiety, she mumbled, "I-I can't sleep..."

Fushimi Roku's ears perked up like antennas; hearing that, he was instantly energized and lifted a corner of the blanket, patting it gently: "Want to come in?"

"Sakurako is still here," Minamoto Tamako, a bit flustered, said, her cheeks growing warm. "Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"I thought you couldn't sleep because we're not in the same bed," Fushimi Roku paused and added, "It's okay, she's asleep."

"Let's just forget it..."

Feeling inexplicably guilty, Minamoto Tamako glanced back, noticing that Taira Sakurako's blanket was still.

Fushimi Roku pulled the classic playboy line: "It's okay, just a hug, nothing else, just sleeping together."

The person who invented 'hugging to sleep' was a genius.

Minamoto Tamako was tempted; her anxiety was keeping her awake, and she did want to snuggle with Fushimi. But being in the same room with a child felt a bit awkward.

After much deliberation, possibly driven by a sense of taboo, awakening her traditional Japanese instincts, or being in a heated romance with Fushimi, she quietly agreed:

"Okay..."

Fushimi Roku shifted a bit. His night vision better than Minamoto Tamako's, he watched as she lifted the blanket, gingerly got up, and carefully crawled over, looking quite adorable.

"Mm..."

Fushimi Roku watched as she moved closer, her little hands feeling about, reaching into his blanket, her body following in.

Soft and cuddly, enveloped in a faint fragrance.

Fushimi Roku lowered his head, seeing Minamoto Tamako's hands pressed against his chest, looking up at him, eyes sparkling even in the night: "Just, just a hug, no funny business."

"Mm, don't worry." Fushimi Roku placed his right hand on her waist, sliding it down.

"What are you doing!" Minamoto Tamako wasn't wearing any decisive undergarments and didn't want Fushimi to see anything inappropriate.

If her strawberry panties were exposed, Fushimi might laugh, calling her a 'childish little girl,' or if he saw she wasn't wearing a bra, ridicule her with 'Even small is cute'...

"Just hugging," Fushimi Roku feigned ignorance.

"Where are you putting your hands?" Minamoto Tamako's face flushed deep red, her breathing hastening.

"I don't know, it's too dark, I can't see." Fushimi Roku pinched playfully, righteously saying, "Eh, is this your waist? There's a little tummy, quite big, you should lose weight..."

"That's not the tummy... Who has a tummy at the back of their thigh..." Minamoto Tamako lowered her head, pressing down Fushimi Roku's wrist.

Mm, her heart-shaped little bottom felt really nice.

Fushimi Roku obediently withdrew his hand, asking, "Do you need a pillow? Sleeping sideways like this will give you a stiff neck."

Minamoto Tamako softly replied, "Can I use your arm as a pillow?"

Fushimi Roku hummed in agreement, extending his right arm.

Minamoto Tamako obediently lifted her head, lightly exclaiming 'ah', surprising Fushimi Roku. She quickly realized and covered her mouth, turning to check Taira Sakurako's bed.

No reaction, apparently still asleep.

Minamoto Tamako sighed in relief, then whispered, "You're pressing on my hair!"

"Oh, oh, didn't notice." Fushimi Roku also lifted slightly, letting Minamoto Tamako gather her long hair, her little face resting on his right elbow before lying down again.

Her cheeks had a bit of baby fat squeezed out, resembling Crayon Shin-chan.

Fushimi Roku felt a tinge of itch, though he didn't admit it was from Minamoto Tamako, feeling it was her hair tickling him.

He leaned closer, feeling Minamoto Tamako's breath, and whispered, "Wanna kiss?"

Minamoto Tamako sensed the 'kiss', but deceived herself, thinking it was just a cuddle. They had slept normally together before, so she ignored her sixth sense's warning.

Now the feeling was spot on, her heart pounding:

"Sakurako's still here."

Fushimi Roku repeated, "It's okay, she's asleep, can't hear us."

Minamoto Tamako still felt uneasy, raised her index finger, pressing it against Fushimi Roku's lips: "No, we agreed just to sleep, can't go back on that."

"Just one kiss," Fushimi Roku insisted.

"Not even one," Minamoto Tamako huffed.

"A light peck," Fushimi Roku persisted.

Minamoto Tamako rather enjoyed Fushimi pleading with her, feeling a little thrill in rejecting him. She blinked, saying, "Then will you use the Stamp prize?"

With that, Fushimi Roku tactically leaned back, assessing Minamoto Tamako up and down, deciding it wasn't the right time for using the prize, he swiftly reverted to being a sigma male, saying, "Suddenly tired, let's sleep early."

Minamoto Tamako, not satisfied, nudged his chest, like a wife demanding from an unresponsive husband: "Come on, don't you want a kiss?"

Fushimi Roku, turning noble and unyielding again, replied, "We agreed just to sleep, can't go back on that. A man's word is worth a thousand gold, I urge you not to make me someone untrustworthy."