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Fujimaru Ritsuka

Male Protagonist

"Kagome!"

The Miko paused for a moment, not at all surprised to feel arms wrap around her from behind as a male taller than her practically collapsed into her back, muttering something into her long unbound hair.

It was a usual occurrence now.

"Master," Kagome turned her head to glance over her shoulder, "What is the problem?" She asked, knowing it could be a variety of issues, though it was usually over some Servant making bold advances towards the poor boy.

"How many times have I told you," The male stood up fully, "You don't have to call me 'Master'. You can just call me Ritsuka," He said with a smile before it faded, "I'm guessing you wouldn't have any ways of rejecting a girl for good?"

The Archer shook her head, "Other than what I have already told you, no," Kagome smiled teasingly, "Is Kiyohime acting up to no good again?"

"Tamamo now wants in the 'action'," Ritsuka sighed, rubbing his head as he resisted the urge to pull out black strands of hair in frustration, "Why does it seem like every female Servant I summon fall in love with me!?"

"You must think highly of yourself," Kagome continued with her teasing, "I am a female Servant you have summoned, and yet, have never once thought of you as more as my Master."

'And that's the problem,' Ritsuka thought as he sulked, 'You're the only Servant I'm actually interested in that way.

He really had no idea who to go to advice for since Dr. Roman seemed like a lost cause when it came to romance, Da Vinci would not have an interest unless she could somehow manage to fit an experiment in there somewhere, and Mash had no experience with it either.

Hell, he even thought of going to male Servants for help (mainly the Knights of the Round Table since chivalry and stuff), but didn't bother since he knew that the Archer had quite a few admirers among her fellow Servants.

"You must be quite stressed," Kagome's voice broke him out his thoughts as she grabbed his arm, pulling his hands away from his head so he was no longer tugging his hair, "Ritsuka-sama, would you like to come get some tea with me?"

"Yes!" Ritsuka eagerly jumped at the chance, hoping they would run into no one so they could not sabotage this little 'date', 'Is this a date?' The thought put a flush on Ritsuka's face as they entered the kitchens, 'Is the best I'm going to get,' He sighed, 'Kagome would never be interested in someone like me.'

"Because you're kind."

Ritsuka jumped, not expecting Kagome to suddenly turn around and stare at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers, "W-what?" He blinked, swallowing and looking away when the Miko gazed at him intently.

"The reason a lot of your Servants fall for you," Kagome patted Ritsuka's cheek, causing him to stammer a bit, "Is because you're incredibly kind, brave, and even willing to sacrifice yourself for any one of us, even thought we are simply Servants and disposable, whereas you most certainly are not."

"Kagome," Ritsuka raised his hand, feeling it shake, and placed his trembling one on top of Kagome, which was still on his cheek, "Kagome, I like you!" He said a little too loudly and felt heat rapidly build up in his cheeks when the Miko kept staring at him.

"I– there are many Servants you summoned who are much more attractive and stronger than me," Kagome glanced away, feeling her heart beat faster, "Why would you even notice me?"

"If you let me," Ritsuka took a bold step forward and leaned down until they were almost nose to nose, "I'll tell you," He grinned, hiding his nervousness behind that smile, "If you go out on a date with me."

The silence was almost deafening as Kagome blinked and blinked, seemingly in disbelief at what she had just heard, and Ritsuka deflated, inching away from the Miko until her words caused him to stop and gasp in utter shock.

"Yes, Master Ritsuka, let's go on a date."