“Maman?” Saiko tiptoes into Sasaki’s room.
She came here to talk to him about Urie overworking himself. But all her high-minded ideals are swept away by Sasaki’s bookshelves. Scores of manga line the shelves.
Dragon Ball Z.
Inuyasha.
Gintama.
Ouran High School Host Club.
Fruits Basket.
Saiko screams. She’s in heaven. She feels like Belle from Beauty and the Beast.
“Saiko?” Sasaki scrambled out of bed.
“You – look what you have! How? How did you purchase these?” Saiko yanks out a volume of Ouran. “Arima reminds me of Kyoya.”
Sasaki chuckles. “I see the comparison.”
“Good.” Saiko whistles. “I didn’t know you were an otaku.”
“I, uh, try to keep it secret.” Sasaki blushes. “But, you know, when I do my job, I like to pretend I’m Inuyasha trying to fight a demon.”
“Ooh.” Saiko frowns. “Maybe work will go better for me if I pretend I’m Sango.”
“You should,” Sasaki says. “Now, the most important question: were you rooting for Tohru and Kyo, or Tohru and Yuki?”
“Kyo all the way. He’s such a lovable jerk.”
Sasaki is flabbergasted. “But – but Yuki is so kind!”
“He can be kind to Kyo and Tohru’s children.”
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” wails Sasaki, and both of them burst out laughing.
Mercy and Magic 