Ever read Horimiya? If you have, you can think of the last chapter as the official ending and the continuing chapters are like… idk, OVAs? Not much of a side story either since it's still about Issei and co and their budding relationships with an abundance of glorious fluffs on the side.

Idk. Last chapter is the 'de facto' ending because everything's out in the open and most stuffs have been concluded

Ok nuff said. Get comfy my fellow quarantinee, and wash your germy hands after using the bathroom ffs

Everyday Life with Supernatural Girls

Chapter 17

||Another New Beginning||

Puffy light gray thickness smothered the January skies, shielding the town covered in white sleets from the sun's shine.

With no sun to luster the world with its brilliant ray and quite literally brightening the day, it was a rather gloomy winter morning nearing noon. One that was annoyingly colder than the last few days that most if not every people would very much prefer to spend it in the warmth of their house.

Same applied for most supernatural. The Nekoshou, for one, was a species that had adapted to that routine almost seamlessly.

Lazing under its cordial heat, both on their stomach, blissfully snacking some chips that wasn't claimed by the Kitsune, both Kuroka and Shirone had zero trouble dealing with this kind of slow day. As if they were born to become a permanent residence of the kotatsu.

In fact, neither would mind or become bored. Their skin and lips wouldn't chap or flake as easily as humans from the lack of humidity. They still had to deal with frosty hands, something that the kotatsu had taken care of for them.

When they didn't have to survive the bitter cold or starve in the open or worry about which cardboard box to sleep in, winter was a paradise for the two.

Less so could be said for the Kyuubi, at the time sitting on the couch. Her caretaker-slash-boyfriend sat next to her. Both had the same thing occupying their mind; aside from the cold, winter meant super slow laundry, and higher bills.

"…Maybe I should get a dryer." Issei huffed, sighing softly as he rubbed his temple. "There's a coin laundry nearby, but…" His words trailed off. He didn't want her having to walk back and forth during snowy or rainy days carrying baggage of clothes. Though he was still a bit shy to be that afront.

A fox ear folded to one side as Yasaka tilted her head. "Is it expensive?"

"Uhh… The cost saved makes up in the long run." The average price for a dryer could cost him a month salary. So, yes. It was fairly pricey. A small monetary sacrifice for the greater good that was Yasaka's.

"Oh… W-well… If you do plan to buy one, I'd like to… accompany you."

Issei didn't squeal out loud, but his heart certainly did.

Winter wasn't so bad.

That said, he didn't want his first official date with her to be executed inside a hypermarket or a department store. He did plan for an outing, but the weather spoke otherwise with the dark skies outside threatening to unleash its cold fury.

But of course, the few adventurous souls would very much and without fail enjoy the premise of dashing through the snow, with or without a one-horse open sleigh. One such soul owned by the pouting Kitsune, laying on the carpet as she stared at the falling powders outside the window.

As if being constrained to home was not frustrating enough, not getting what she was promised was, as she aptly put, 'omega upsetting'.

Rolling on the floor, causing her world to twirl, Kunou wailed. "I'm boooooooorrrrreeeeed." Then she paused. "…See? She's so bored she forgot to speak in third person. Mooooooooom. Let's goooo ooooouuuuutttt. Pls."

"You can't and you shouldn't, dear." Yasaka sighed, muttering in an apologetic tone. "It's too cold outside. You'll slip and fall."

"No she won't."

"What did mommy say about talking back to your parents?"

"…That she should only do that behind mommy's back."

"Kunou." Yasaka frowned. She had always remained thankful to be blessed an intelligent daughter, but she could do with a bit less of her smart-alecky retorts.

"Yeeessss." The kitsune whined, indolently rolling her way and stopping in front of the nekoshou, currently taking a quick rest after their small snack.

Disgruntled by the fact her potential playmate had fallen asleep but not cruel enough to bother either of them, Kunou once again, rolled around absently with a sulkier look, off to secure amusement from another soul.

"Niiitan… do something."

"What am I, your jester?" Issei laughed lightly. He felt bad for the kid, but he really wanted to spend the day lazing around after working two days straight after new year. It seemed Azazel's laziness virus had gotten to him. It didn't help that the two sisters were openly being lazy.

Not that they were any different.

"What's a jester?" Kunou asked, her curiosity sparked.

He thought about it. "Uh… It's a clown for kings."

Her eyes gleamed. "Oooooh. Kunou wants one."

"You can't because you're not a noble, Kunou."

"Am too!"

"No you're not."

"Yes she is!"

"Nuh uh."

"Yuh huh!"

"Nopety nopety no."

She struggled this time. "Y-yeppity yepity yep?"

Kunou confused herself in her confusion.

Issei was about to continue the endless pointless debate, shrugging the possibility until he considered the potential that Yasaka used to be some sort of priestess in her world. Kyuubi was pretty high up in the totem pole in her Yōkai, he recalled – from a Wikipedia article. "…Is she?"

"Hmm? Of course she's not, Ise." Yasaka giggled, already smiling ever since he was frolicking along with her daughter.

"Ah…" that brought a question to mind. "Does Yōkai have something like royalties? Nobilities and such? Or like a leader."

"A long while ago, yes, but not exactly a leader, but a yōkai all yōkai look up to and would ask for advice." Yasaka smiled, the white tip of her marvelous brush-like tails flicking. Always happy when he was interested in her world. "We had Nūrihyon-sama until he passed on."

Not a yōkai Issei had often heard or learned of. Actually, his knowledge about her world was quite limited to the ones often portrayed in his manga, and funnily enough, they both lived in the same house.

"I thought you were like… like some kind of princess or a priestess, Yasaka-san. Being a Kyuubi and all… and uh… cursed tails." He knew this from a pokedex entry when he was a big fan of pokemon.

"Oh dear, me? Oh no, no." Yasaka tittered quaintly. "You might be thinking of Tamamo-no-Mae-sama. B-but it is amiss for me to speak ill of her..."

Right. She was too soft for even the tiniest of gossip. Issei wouldn't force her to, although this side of her was certified cute and might've triggered something he didn't know existed within him.

"What about her?" Issei pressed, both curious and wanting to tease the innocent fox a little. "Is she someone famous?"

It was clear by her expression that Yasaka was having an ongoing deliberation with herself. Part of her would love to tell him the tales of the world she used to live in, while part of her didn't want to share a story that wasn't hers.

"Yeesh, just tell 'im already nyan." Groaning from the kotatsu would be Kuroka. The one who despised any forms of 'will they or won't they' scenarios that she had to put up through the last ten chapters and then some. Enough that it cut her morning power nap.

"But…" Yasaka placed both hands on her cheeks, the tip of her tails flicking twice. She couldn't handle peer pressure well.

Shirone yawned as she rubbed her eyes, laying on her pajama-sleeved hands right after. "Do you know her Neesama?"

"Mm? Of course I know her. She's Yasaka-nyan."

Shirone pouted, struggling not to roll her eyes, unappreciative of her sister's wry sense of humor. Issei did, though. And he expressed his mirth with an eloquent snort.

"Nah I don't." Kuroka lazily continued, feeling no guilt whatsoever. In truth, she knew a little. It was a tale many parents used to tell their daughters after all, her mother included. Maybe it was her stubbornness or her inability to cope with losing her parents, because Kuroka didn't want to be the one to recite it. It would make her miss her mother and be all sappy.

"It's just a story right? Mostly anyway. It's not like it's a bad rumor or anything."

"Yeah!" Kunou exclaimed, all-knowing-like, "Give us the story!"

After another moment of consideration, Yasaka gave in since all eyes were on her, an the peer pressure was too scary.

And so she recounted the same story passed on to her by her mother, from her grandmother to her mother, and to her grandmother from her great great grandmother, and so on.

"Tamamo no Mae was a fox –a kitsune- born around 3,500 years ago, in a land that is now China. There's not much known about her earlier life, but she became a powerful sorceress. A few hundred years after, she became a kyuubi no kitsune. My mother told me that back then, only when a kyuubi has aged a hundred years can they transform into a beautiful woman."

"Really?" Issei said, representing the surprised audience. "What about you, Yasaka-san?"

"That was a long time ago, Ise. And… well, I think most Yōkai prefer to have a more human-shaped body as it is more convenient compared to their animal form."

"Ah I see…" Good thing they kept the ears and the tails, Issei thought as he stared at her retained animalistic features. God bless those fluffy tails.

"Continue, continue!" Kunou chirped.

And Yasaka continued. "During the Shang Dynasty, Tamamo no Mae was known as Daji. She disguised herself as a beautiful woman and became the favorite… erm… mistress of King Zhou. I-I can't remember the details," since Yasaka would very much leave out Tamamo's invention of new forms of torture and orgies in the palace gardens from the ears of her daughter. "but I do recall she brought the collapse of the entire Shang Dynasty.

"When the people hunt her, she escaped and she would flee to many other kingdoms, taking another name, and bringing the same fate upon the kings or emperors who fell to her beauty. And she would continue to do the same, using her beauty and charms and knowledge to bring down kings and their kingdom." Such as tricking a king to devour children and murder his priests. Again, crude details she wisely left out. "And then, she snuck in a ship to Japan, and for three hundred years she hid from all of her pursuers."

Kunou 'oooh'ed excitedly. Issei feared she might be taking inspiration from this tale.

"Some time in the late tenth centuries, she resurfaced once again." Yasaka restarted, "This time she transformed herself into a human baby and hid by the side of the road, and found by a married couple, taking her in as their daughter and naming her Mikuzume. She was very smart and talented young girl, and was so beautiful that she attracted the attention of everyone around her. When she was 7 years old, Mikuzume recited poetry before the emperor. His imperial majesty immediately took a liking to her and employed her as a servant in his court."

"Because of her past knowledge, Mikuzume excelled at court, and absorbing new knowledge like a sponge."

Kunou tittered. She thought the word 'sponge' was funny. Yasaka smiled at her antic, but continued with the story.

"There was no question she didn't have an answer to. Music, history, astronomy, religion, or Chinese classics. Her clothes were always clean and unwrinkled. She always smelled pleasant. Mikuzume had the most beautiful face in all of Japan, and everyone who saw her loved her."

"That says a lot about having a pretty face." Kuroka chipped in, sarcastically bitter as per usual.

Sadly, Issei couldn't testify against that. Sure some people didn't need good looks, but most of the times, he believed being attractive was an advantage that could bring other advantage, such as self-confidence, but he wouldn't dwell on that. He wouldn't lie to himself either; if Yasaka wasn't this enchantingly beautiful or had those nine tails of her, he might've never tried.

But he wasn't some loser who mope around because he was average looking; no, he built his skills from the bottom. He developed his soft skills through hard labor, and learned how to understand people and that there were many ways to approach them, no matter how introverted they are, a knowledge gained through the time he spent working with them. And lo and behold, he managed to have her as his girlfriend, and not because of his 'okayish' looks.

"Please continue Yasaka-san." Shirone urged, elbowing her sister's side for the unneeded comment.

Yasaka went on.

"During the summer of her 18th birthday, a poetry and instrument recital was held in her honor. At the recital, a storm fell upon the palace. All of the candles were snuffed, and darkness consumed everything. Suddenly, a bright light emanated from Mikuzume's body, illuminating the entire room. Everybody at the court was so impressed and enthralled that they declared she must have had an exceedingly good and holy previous life."

"Toppling kingdoms is holy?"

Yasaka chuckled. "It isn't, dear, but the people there didn't know what she'd done."

"Oh. Too bad."

Yasaka frowned a little, but decided that her daughter only meant that as a joke. "Because of the false conclusion the court has arrived to, she was given the name Tamamo no Mae. Emperor Toba, already exceedingly fond of her, made her his consort.

"But almost immediately after she became the emperor's consort, the emperor fell deathly ill. None of the court physicians could determine the cause, and so the onmyōji -a professional practitioners of mystical duties like divination and purification of evil spirits- Abe no Yasunari was called in. Abe no Yasunari read the emperor's fortune and divined that he was marked by a bad omen. After that, the highest priests and monks were summoned to the palace to pray for the emperor's health.

"The best prayers of the highest priests had no effect, however, and the emperor's condition worsened. Abe no Yasunari was summoned again to read the emperor's fortune. This time, to the emperor's horror, Abe no Yasunari discovered that his beloved Tamamo no Mae was the cause of his illness. The practitioner revealed that she was a kitsune in disguise, and was shortening the emperor's life span in order to take over as a ruler of Japan. Emperor Toba was reluctant to believe the diviner's words, but agreed to test Tamamo no Mae just to be sure.

"To save the emperor's life, Abe no Yasunari prepared the Taizan Fukun no Sai, the most secret and most powerful spell known to divination. Tamamo no Mae was ordered to perform part of the ritual. They reasoned that an evil spirit would not be able to participate in such a holy ritual. Though she was reluctant to participate, the emperor's ministers persuaded her, telling her that it would increase her standing an admiration among the court. She had little choice but to accept.

"When the ritual was performed, Tamamo no Mae dressed even more beautifully than normal. She recited the holy worlds as expected, and played her part extremely well, but just as she prepared to wave the ceremonial staff, she vanished."

Kunou gasped, her tail straightening like an exclamation mark.

"Abe no Yasunari's divination was confirmed. The court flew into an uproar. Soon after, word arrived that women and children were disappearing near Nasuno in Shimotsuke Province. The court sorcerers believed that Tamamo no Mae was the cause, and it was decided that she must be destroyed once and for all.

"The emperor summoned the best warriors in all of the land, and charged the most superb of them, Kazusanosuke and Miuranosuke, to find Tamamo no Mae. These warriors gladly accepted the honor. They purified themselves and set out with an army of 80,000 men to slay the nine-tailed kitsune, the kyuubi."

"Wh- wait… 80,000 men? Isn't that kind overkill?"

"Mhmm." Yasaka nodded. "They didn't want to take any chances."

"Wow… That's so many. That's… that's omega many." Kunou concluded, failing to imagine that amount of people even in an open field. Little did she know, there existed stadiums that could fit that many. "And then? And then?!"

Yasaka obliged in kind. "When they reach Nasuno, the army quickly found the kitsune. The warriors chased her for days and days, but Tamamo no Mae used her magical powers and outsmarted them time and time again, over and over again, easily escaping their pursue.

"The army grew weary and when an army is weary, frustration is easier to set in. It seemed that nothing they did was working. However, Kazusanosuke and Miuranosuke would not accept the shame of defeat and vowed to press on. They practiced harder, honing their tactics, and eventually picked up the kitsune's trail.

"One night, Miuranosuke had a prophetic dream. A beautiful young girl appeared before him, crying. She begged: "Tomorrow I will lose my life to you. Please save me." Miuranosuke adamantly refused, and upon waking the warriors set out again to find Tamamo no Mae. Sure enough, the next day they caught her."

"Miuranosuke fired two arrows, one through the fox's flank and one through its neck. Kazusanosuke swung his blade. It was over, just as the dream had said. However, Tamamo no Mae's evil did not end with her death. She had the last laugh, as one year after she died, Emperor Konoe died, heirless.

"The following year, her lover and former Emperor Toba died as well. A succession crisis ignited between forces loyal to Emperor Go-Shirakawa and forces loyal to former Emperor Sutoku."

"The empire, long united, was divided."

"This crisis started the Fujiwara-Minamoto rivalry that led to the Genpei War, the end of the Heian period, and the rise of the first shoguns as the conquest to reunite Japan began. And if those weren't enough, Tamamo no Mae's spirit haunted a massive boulder which killed every living thing that touched it. The Sessho-seki. until a Buddhist priest called Genno stopped for a rest near the stone, and was threatened by Tamamo-no-Mae. Genno performed certain spiritual rituals, and begged the spirit to consider her spiritual salvation, until finally Tamamo-no-Mae relented and swore never to haunt the stone again."

Issei exhaled. That was good old Japanese folktales he knew all right. Filled with magic, greed, supernatural creature with a downer ending.

"Wow… So leave it to the Buddhist to take care of things peacefully huh?"

"…That's your conclusion?" Issei pointed out, ridiculed.

"But why?" Kunou asked, failing to comprehend the motive of this malevolent kyuubi. "Can't she just be good?"

Her mother knew little, however, softly smiling as Kunou crept up to her lap. "Well, dear… sometimes when people want something too much, they choose to do bad things because they see it as the quickest way to get what they want."

"Or the only way they knew how to." Kuroka pondered, unusually reflective, which she despised because she struggled to find any good deeds she had done. "Great, now I'm being moody. I'm blaming the weather nyan."

Upset that she was being self-reflective and couldn't enjoy being carefree, Kuroka wiggled out of the warm table.

"Welp- that was a nice story nyan. Guess the moral is like the runt's said; let other people fix your mess up mmn?" and much to everyone's surprise, instead of going upstairs to sleep after her brief stretching, she headed outside to sit on the porch, off to watch the snow pelting the backyard.

Worriedly, Yasaka turned towards Issei. Confusion and guilt clear in her eyes and small frown. "…W-was it something I said?"

"Nah, it isn't. Don't worry, it's not your fault." He assured as he stood up. Shirone was staring at him with the same look on her face, looking equally as sad and confused. "I got it."

"What's going on?" Kunou asked, oblivious. "Why's everyone staring at Niitan? Niitan what did you do?!"

"Sitting around." Issei replied, before setting forth to the cold outside. Kuroka had her full full-on black and gold pajamas protecting her from the weather, while all Issei had was his usual t-shirt and long pants combo. The cold didn't bother him much anyway as they would to the nekoshou.

Kunou was eager to take part, but Yasaka held her back, and resorted to brewing hot chocolate for the girls. She wasn't as good at this as Issei was, but the least she could was try to use her cookery to alleviate Shirone's worry and Kunou's general nosiness.

Kuroka had her chin resting on her huddled knees, her pouting growing more apparent at his arrival. "It's fine to just leave me be, you know."

"What're you talking about?" Issei feigned, sitting beside her. One leg lying flat on the wooden floorboard while the other only had its sole on the board.

She knew why he came here. Surprisingly, she didn't mind it as much. "So. What'cha gonna say? Some archaic wise words to console me hmm?"

Issei looked at her face, then sniggered. "Nah. I'll just sit here."

"So that's your plan. Sit here with me out in the open and freeze to death." Kuroka huffed. Two ears flicking, showing her growing irritation. "I thought you're the sensible one here."

Sensible. Right. Tell that to his younger self. "Feh, you'd be surprised."

"Make me."

"I'm gonna watch A Quiet Place tonight."

Immediately she groaned. "Ughh- another horror?"

"More thriller than horror, more drama than most horror movies, but still pretty scary." Issei said. "It's not as jumpy as Ju-On, I don't think."

"Which one's that. All your Japanese scary ghost lady looks the same."

"Uhh… It's the one with the creepy boy."

"That little pasty fucker?"

Issei burst a vapory laughter. "Yeah. That little pasty fucker."

Silence fell like the drifting snow before them, blanketing the trees and the yard, some floated to their hair before turning into water.

Kuroka's sigh billowed like blown-up cotton. "What am I even doing here."

Ah. So this was her concern. The question that would lead to many philosophical answers that wouldn't really provide concrete information such as what to do next.

"Hm? Tell me. What am I doing here?"

Issei took a deep, cold breath, letting the winter into his lungs, before exhaling long and loud. "Truth is, I don't know either."

"Yeah right." Kuroka carped and rolled her eyes.

"Come on, I mean it." Issei urged, "You know, I asked the same question before I met Yasaka-san. Before I knew you guys exist. Back when I was living on my own, renting a small apartment, failing to find an actual job. Hell, even now I still fail. Back then, that's the question that's been poking me daily, and still has no answer to. Everything just felt kinda… empty, you know? Like I'm in this cycle of work-eat-sleep."

Not much different to her, though her case was more of scavenge-eat if possible-sleep wherever.

"But thing is, whether I liked it or not, I was there. I don't know why I'm here but I don't think there's any real answer to that. You know, the kind of question like 'who am I?' and such. The complex kind of stuff."

Kuroka huffed as she pressed her cheek on her hands. "Yeah. I guess."

"So instead of asking that, I just think of what I want instead, and surprisingly, that one's easier to answer."

She pondered for a little while, wondering what exactly did she want now that Shirone was living pretty decently. She had a real roof over her head when she slept instead of soggy cardboard box, and she didn't have to wait for rain for something to drink or to wash off the dirt of her clothes.

Then Kuroka realized, what she wanted had never changed since they ran away from their old house.

"My sister, nyan." She loosened, her guard melting like the snow. "I just want her to be happy."

Issei wasn't surprised, nor was he uncomfortable. She needed this. "I think she's pretty happy, but that's the thing isn't it. Are you thinking because she's happy now, you suddenly lose your part in that?"

"Yeah- what?! Fuckin' hell man, quit reading my thoughts! That's creepy!"

"Hey it's called being insightful!"

"Quit being perceptive!"

Inside, Yasaka flinched as Kuroka swatted his face with her tails, worrying the worst, but as she saw the two laughed it away, her fear dissolved.

"Are you okay with this, Yasaka-san?" From beside her, Shirone asked with a concerned tone.

"Of course. He's the only person she trusts." Yasaka replied with a smile. "I'm sure you understand why your sister doesn't want to burden her troubles on you, Shirone-chan."

A fact she knew all to well. "Yeah… I know." It wasn't that Shirone didn't want to, but she didn't know how to. "Being an introvert is a pain sometime."

"Sometime, but not all the time."

"…Yeah." Shirone managed a smile. Actually, aside from Kunou, they easily fitted into the introvert side, but it seemed only Issei and Kuroka who could be both extroverted and introverted depending on the time. Maybe that was why he could easily understand her.

That said…

"Do you feel… jealous? Yasaka-san? Isn't Issei-san your… lover"

Her cheeks heated up quite rapidly at that word. "S-significant other … dear." Yasaka corrected as she wiped away Kunou's chocolate mustache with a cloth. "But, why do you ask? I fail to see anything wrong with it."

"So you're not jealous?"

"Just a bit." Yasaka admitted. "I longed to be more… say… physically active like your sister."

Shirone stared at the kyuubi for a while, which unnerved said kyuubi. "You're too kind Yasaka-san. Neesama is pretty aggressive. What if… you know… what if she develops some kind of feelings?"

"As I am well aware that she is." Yasaka smiled. A knowing smile and an expression devoid of worry. "Who am I to claim who she shouldn't and who she should."

Shirone blushed a bit, not expecting that kind of mature answer. "What if Issei-san gets stolen by other women?

"Fufu~ then I believe, it is my duty to keep him unstolen." Yasaka tittered, and for a while, Shirone saw a figment of Tamamo no Mae's cleverness and charm reflected on her kind eyes.

The kyuubi might not be as defenseless as she'd thought.

"What're you people talking about? Kunou wants to know-"

"'You people' isn't something nice to say, dear." Yasaka reminded.

"But Uncle Z used it all the time. Does that mean Uncle Z is not a nice person?"

"W-well it's-" Nūrihyon guide her. "why don't you bring out your playing cards, hm? Mommy wants to play some cards."

The vixen's golden eyes gleamed with energy and after settling down her half-glass of chocolate milk, Kunou rushed into her bedroom, hands in the air while yelling "YAAAAY! POKER TIME!"

"…" Maybe Yasaka should ask that dandy Overseer to stop teaching her adult card games.

Back on the porch, both ambivert had settled down, returning to their previous calm and thoughtful silence.

"Alright, alright. I get it. She needs me still." Kuroka complained. "So. Why did you help me."

Another question so soon after dealing with the other? "Well, I mean it's pretty obvious. There's Shirone-chan."

Kuroka rolled her eyes. "Fine. Why did you help her."

That got him into a brief assessment. "…Probably because… it's hard to leave someone when you think you can help them. I know I can't help everyone and I don't owe it to them to help them, but… you know. Why not give it a shot?"

That naïve answer made her smile, not that she openly showed it. Using her long sleeve to hide her curling lips.

Kuroka then stole a peek on his dumb face, acting so cool and stuff by having a distant look on his eyes. Without fail, Kuroka knew that she didn't just like him.

"It's because she's cute isn't she." She accused.

"…Yeah alright, it's because she's cute." Issei decided that this answer was more cheerful than saying it was because she looked miserable.

"I knew it!" Kuroka jumped, pointing an accusatory finger on his face with a giant smug grin. "And I bet you helped me because I got this bod eh? Eh?"

Laughing, Issei played along. "Guilty as charged."

"Pupupu, though I don't blame you nyan. Hell, I'd fuck me. You'd fuck me, right?"

"What kind of question is that?" Issei scoffed, but laughed anyway. "That confident in yourself huh? Must be nice."

"Yeah well." Kuroka got up, using her tails to dust away some snows on her rear that was well hidden by the pajama. "Good for you, because this girl with this bombshell bod might have just fallen in love with you, you big oaf, but don't you get ahead of yourself nyan. Cya inside~, remember that I won't take no for an answer."

And so, Issei froze, mentally and physically as Kuroka slithered inside, slithering back into her spot in the kotatsu where the girls were already laying down their cards on the table, welcoming her back with glee as Kuroka had felt refreshed and back to her usual self.

Winter was cold, but Issei's face could probably melt them all away.

A while later, Issei realized something.

"…Oaf?" Since when was he an oaf?

To be continued…

*inhales* Aaaaaaahhhh. Been a while. Been a while indeedy. I needed the lack of fluff-writing in dxd. Too much angst and edge and low tier fluff and not enough quality fluff as of late that only I can provide

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You'd probably think if I was listening to some songs when I was writing this, it'd be some let's-get-high music like Tame Impala or some kick back indie Arctic Monkeys or melancholic Radiohead songs hence the bittersweet air, but no, my friend. I was banging to Rammstein and their brutal riffs even though I don't know German

I've been mulling about whether or not I should give Issei a harem, but I don't think I will. If you read my other stories -which you should- you'd notice a recurring theme which is I don't hate forced romance

Which is pretty dumb since this is goddamn DxD and harem is like a staple main course here and the average speed for romantic development is like a horny rabbit on crack. I'm not complaining, it's fine because it's just fantasies, but still. Panties don't and shouldn't drop that quick, and unless you're some arabian dude with money that'll last through 7 generations, chances are, you won't get a harem.

And it's hard to write in this story because Issei's really trying to be a good person

Massive credit to for Tamamo no Mae's story. If you're bored, like I am, and like reading weird stuff that will weird people out but you don't give a shit if they do, then give that site a visit. They got cool stories yo

Or you can read my Death's Chosen which is relatively new. Let me know if you're from here aight

Lastly, stay safe and indoors you inglorious cunts