Title: The Pervert Voice
Summary: The birth of the infamous "pervert voice." Poor, poor Tokio.
Word Count: 318
It's the single creepiest thing she's ever heard in her entire life, and coming from him, it's so shocking that her reaction is delayed by several seconds.
Because Saitou is many things, she's learned, but she was sure he was not one of those. He's occasionally rude and always obnoxious. He's occasionally sweet and always charming (which should be impossible, but he manages it in that weird, irritating-but-somehow-endearing way of his). He smokes too much and smirks too much and thinks far too much of himself. But none of that equaled this, at least in her mind, so she's understandably surprised when he leans over so that his mouth is very close to her ear and murmurs, in a voice that has dropped several octaves and makes her think of obscene phone calls at unholy hours of the night,
"Still feelin' lucky, Chiisai?"
And she isn't expecting either his change of tone or sudden change of proximity, and she definitely isn't expecting the way it suddenly got very hard to breathe (in fact, about the only thing that doesn't surprise her is the blush she feels heating her cheeks), but she manages to react instinctively:
"YOU PERVERT!"
…And draw the stare of every single one of the luncheonette patrons, along with Shiori and Kuno the cook, with her indignant shout. Once again, she's managed to publicly humiliate herself. And once again, she notes balefully, he's enjoying it—the snort of uncontrollable laughter from him tells her so.
Why me? she moans silently as her face heats further and she sort of hopes for a handy little hole to open up under her and swallow her whole.
Naturally, because Fate and the gods hate her like that, nothing of the sort happens.
Then again, seeing as how Fate, the gods or both conspired for her to meet the bastard currently laughing at her expense, she really shouldn't be surprised.