A/N: What the fuck, I wrote this in five minutes. D: This drabble is weird.
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei, I'm sorry.
Drabble the eleventh: Oshitari/Gakuto
"I keep expecting her to grow fangs and start killing everything in sight," Gakuto murmured.
"Honestly," Oshitari said exasperatedly. "I'll never understand why you're so concerned. She's an angel."
"Exactly," Gakuto replied fervently. "Can't you see she's lulling you into a false sense of security? She plays the perfect child, gets you thinking your safe, and then-bam. Your soul lies eternally in the stomach of a demon."
"Stop watching horror films, they do terrible things to your mind." Oshitari grabbed his daughter's backpack from the couch and slipped it onto her shoulders. "You're going to be good for Papa and Daddy today, right, Kimiko?"
Kimiko nodded enthusiastically, her dark red pigtails flopping about. "Uh-huh, uh-huh! I'm super excited for school, Papa!"
"And you're going to love it, I'm sure. Won't she love it, Daddy?"
Gakuto looked at her dubiously. "Yeah."
The little girl smoothed her dress down nervously. "Is Papa sure this dress is okay?"
"You look beautiful, my darling. Hurry now, or we'll be late."
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"What? How can she possibly have been done such a thing? Kimiko's a good girl, she's never been any trouble at home—"
Click.
Gakuto raised an eyebrow. "What was that about?"
"The principal calling to say that Kimiko..." Oshitari rubbed his temples. "She found matches, somehow, and apparently lit something on fire."
"What?"
"...The teacher."
Gakuto blinked. "...Would it be too obvious to say I told you so?"
