[INTERLUDE] Four Demonly Kings

In which RC 381 and RC 🤘 actually interact.

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Tomiyama Urato was homosexual.

After being suppressed for so long by the nefarious Suefluence in his home fic, he could finally own his sexuality. That was when he came to realize the attraction he was undeniably feeling towards a certain man, the same one he was annoyed by.

Oh, Hazama Kaguya was irritating alright, and not just because of his and Urato's disagreement on which day to take down the kadomatsu. But, as much as he annoyed Urato, he still somehow intrigued him at the same time. He caked his face with tacky makeup, but damn if he didn't look kind of pretty. He read poetry and wrote calligraphy and wore kimono all the time like a pretentious snob, but no one in the history of ever denied the appeal of class and culturedness. He was colder to Urato than anyone else and clearly disdained his "boorish" mannerism, but due to some reason unknown even to the formless narrator, that stirred in him emotions not fit for mentioning in a T-rated story.

"Oi, Guyatchi," he bald-facedly said to that dratted dollish creature as soon as his RC's fickle and cruel doorway plopped him into RC 381 again. "Yer kinda hot, y'know?"

Kaguya responded with what was possibly the blankest stare ever produced in PPC history. He deadpanned, "I've told you far too many times, keep your feet off the borders of the tatami mats."

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Hazama Kaguya may have been trained in the art of tea ceremony since the age of six, but one should not be surprised to see him partake in a carton of milk or a tall cone of soft-serve ice-cream. As inelegant and unbefitting of his image as it may seem, he was a Hokkaido native and every bit proud of it; a taste for dairy was practically built into his genes. Thus, satisfy a sudden craving for milky goodness he did one morning: he let his maid pour him a glass of chilled milk to the point of near overflowing, then sipped as comically daintily as possible just to savour the wonderful milkiness, let the sensation course through his being.

He then quickly regretted drinking after having already put on makeup. A mark of lip gloss was left on the side of the glass and a line of milk left above his mouth like a white moustache. Ah, and he took special care to make sure his lips were the perfect shade of dawn pink too…

But of course, he had nothing to fear. Momoka was already prepared, and she had tissue and his tube of lip gloss in hand. She dabbed the milk off his mouth and began to uncap the tube…

… but Kaguya found himself yanked back cruelly and nearly thrown against the wall.

"Inasuke-kun?" he said, bewildered, once he turned around and saw the culprit.

"Hazama-sempai! What are you doing?" cried the 145cm brunet, standing protectively in front of Momoka. "How can you do this to Shigisawa-sempai? Are you a child or something? You're a full-grown adult, and you can't even pour your own milk or wipe your mouth yourself?"

Kaguya remained speechless, while Momoka looked up at Inasuke and replied, "I'm his maid. I'm just doing my job."

"So he enslaves you?" Inasuke cried even louder. "This is unacceptable! How can you just let this injustice persist? Don't worry senpai, I'll protect you…"

"Inasuke-kun, will you listen?" Momoka sprang up on her feet and yelled over him. "Kaguya-sama and his family saved my life. Of course I'd want to repay the favour. He never 'enslaved' me, I swore fealty to him. I don't need to be 'protected' from him."

Inasuke was at a loss for words. He glanced at still speechless Kaguya, then turned to look up at the clearly angered girl one head taller than him. He left, but not forgetting to shoot Kaguya a withering glare.