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It was Saturday, and the teal haired boy stood outside a shop he never wanted to be seen in front of: make-a-bra store. One moment his servant was lost in her world, the next she was cheerful and bubbly, demanding for new clothes. Hence, his Saturday gone. Just like that. He stood grimly outside beneath the bright neon pink sign where a model of a large red bra hung to over emphasize the purpose of the shop if the white wording on the sign had not made it clear enough, he was only glad that his low presences hid him rather well as he merged into the walls of the exterior he leaned against. His servant had ran inside, along with his pocket money not too long ago, her happiness bubbling about. It horrified him how bipolar she was, able to change her personality with a simple snap of a finger, yet it also warned him of the dangers of how easily she could become a cold hearted killer. A killer that could turn on him. He sighed to himself before he felt a bump by his shoulder, someone had walked into him, typical. Even against a wall someone could still run into him. "Oh sorry," the person said, black hair, pale face and tall, it was Kaijo's desperado: Moriyama. He seemed stunned for a moment, glancing about to find no one. He shrugged before he was about to walk, only to be rudely stopped by that loud power forward's bursting exclamation.

"I saw that Senpai! Being a pervert and staring into that bra shop." He loudly declared for the entire street to know. Moriyama's jaw dropped, Kuroko had to pity him, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. "And right before a mixer!" His words were jumbled as they normally would, Kuroko didn't truly understand him, nor did the other innocent pedestrians passing by but from the way he pointed at Moriyama, who spotted pink tinted specks in cheeks back to the bra shop, it was easy to deduce the meaning of his broken words. 'Pervert', it was the label Kuroko was certain that was floating in everybody's mind right now. He didn't doubt it for a second.

Moriyama responded embarrassedly, his hands flying about at his failed attempt at hushing the loud Kouhai. "No, it's not what you think, I could have swore that I bumped into somebody." He told the brunette who had narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, his expression showing that he did not believe him. Perhaps this day was not going to be a waste after all, Kuroko mused. His entertainment was right before him.

"So you say..."

"I'm not joking, besides what kind of Prince Charming would selfishly peek on an innocent young woman enjoying her youth?" Moriyama declared, his finger pointing into the bra shop, not helping his situation at all as he waved his hands and clasped, and unclasped his fingers to emphasize his point. Whispers of a pervert began to arise around him. He had failed to make his point, it had only heightened the opposite effect he desired.

There was a ding before Kuroko felt suffocated, "Master! Look at what I made." Kami forgive him for mentally dying and wishing to wither away in a hole despite his deadpan expression, all Kuroko wanted to do right now was disappear. And he would have if the said servant was not standing before him, smiling as she held out her atrocious creation. At that moment, he had come to two conclusions about her: 1. She was a killer. 2. She had no thoughts or morals to even care about the consequences of her actions, especially when they inflict upon him out of all people.

"Seirin's phantom!" Moriyama declared, staring at him. "And a beauty, in a maid outfit!" His fingers pointed to Archer.

"Ah! A cosplayer!" Hayakawa exclaimed beside Moriyama. "No wait, she called you Master." The inner cranking of his minds formulating and putting together ideas as his cheeks got redder, and redder. Whatever his thoughts were, words were not needed to explain what he was thinking, his nosebleed did enough for him.

Archer shrugged before wrapping her arms around his shoulder, "Master, we really need to go home and rest." She told him, smirking as her eyes flickered to the people around then. Oh she knew exactly what she was doing. She just didn't care, typical.

Kuroko grumbled lowly beneath his breath, pushing her off forcefully as he began to trudge away from the shop, Archer trailing behind him, a chirpy smile on her face with a skip in her step.

Moriyama's hand grabbed his phone before he quickly snapped a photograph of the fleeting duo before he uploaded it to his blog:

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Log 18#

SEIRIN'S PHANTOM MAN has a babe! Not only does she wear a maid costume for him, she calls him master too. AND THEY LIVE TOGETHER! What a man! We need to learn from this guy.

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Comments:

Cutiepie_copycat: NO! That can't be Kurokocchi! That would mean he's cheating on Momoicchi!

Onlyonewhocanbeatmeis_me: DAMN TETSU! THAT'S ONE FINE CHICK!

The_Emperor: ...

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