231 Vol. 4 pt. 34 Patch 6.0: Hard Labor (2/2)

Fenrir turns around when she tells him to, and those two ears that were lying down against the top of his head now shoot up with excited perkiness. He even lets go of his tail to let it wag around in its damp state.

Before him is a beautiful, perfect sight.

Cassiel is standing there, armored up and looking all tsundere with averted eyes and blushing cheeks, and her long, blonde hair has been pulled up into two twintails hanging off the sides of her head.

”How – how is it?” she asks.

”She looks so pretty! I'm kind of jealous she's stealing my thing, but she looks so good! You better praise her right this instant you baka onii-chan!” Saya mentally shouts at Fenrir.

”You look amazing,” Fenrir says. ”You're like the perfect tsundere knight now.”

”Don't say weird things right now,” Cassiel replies. ”Just… do – do you like it better like this or how it is in real life now?”

Fenrir freezes.

This is a difficult question that he's not sure how to answer.

If he says he likes this better, then he knows she'll regret her haircut and potentially feel even more insecure about it. If he says he likes her hair better short in real life, he might not get to see her with twintails. He also just doesn't know which he likes better. ”I love them both,” he says, trying to get the best of both worlds.

”But which do you like more?” Cassiel asks.

”I like them equally,” he tries answering.

Cassiel sighs and says, ”Come on, be honest. I want to know.”

Now it's Fenrir's turn to sigh and say, ”I'm serious, Cass Cass. I love them both, and neither one is better than the other. I love seeing you with short, super fluffy hair. I also love seeing you with long twintails. Short hair makes me want to cuddle you more and pet your head, and twintails make me want to use them as hand—”

He realizes what he's saying and stops.

Cassiel already knows what he was about to say, though, so she blushes and says, ”You – you can if you want to.”

”You're way too lucky, onii-chan,” Saya tells him.

”I know,” Fenrir answers her. ”Cass Cass,” he says out loud now, ”You're way too perfect.”

Cassiel grabs her twintails and twirls the hair around with her fingers, holding it in front of her now. ”You – you always say that,” she says.

”Because it's true.”

Cassiel discovers that if there's one major perk of having twintails, it's being able to pull them around to her front to cover her face with ease. She's still not comfortable being seen blushing and smiling as much as she is right now.

While Corwin and Oleander high-five each other, there is another trio watching the flirty display between Fenrir and Cassiel.

”Hmm. That new hairstyle is awfully powerful,” Nell says. ”We may need to come up with a bigger plan.”

”When – when you say 'bigger,' you don't mean bigger monsters, do you?” Azalabulia asks as she jealously looks on at Fenrir and Cassiel.

”It's just a game. Bigger won't kill you,” Serra says.

”Wh-what kind of bigger are you talking about?!”

Serra grins up at Azalabulia.

”No,” Nell says. ”We need a real plan. It needs to be able to compete with Cassiel's work.” She taps her cheek for a few moments before declaring, ”I've got it! I know the perfect plan – the real perfect plan. There is no way that he will be able to resist you!”

”Are – you… you're so excited about helping me even though you're dating him,” Azalabulia says. She appreciates it, but it also just makes her even more suspicious.

”Well, you will be our girlfriend as well, so we must get along! Consider this as strengthening the bond between lovers,” Nell explains.

”Yeah, what she said,” Serra agrees.

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”Ri-right, I'd be dating you two, too,” Azalabulia says, looking between them. Both of her future girlfriends are standing there smiling at her. She keeps on forgetting that this is a package deal, and that she's already being so honest and getting along with two people who want to date her.

Azalabulia starts tearing up.

”What – what is wrong?” Nell asks her.

Azalabulia sniffles and resists the urge to hug them both.

Serra pulls down on Azalabulia's arm until she can reach her own hand up to pet the taller woman on the head. ”There, there. It's okay,” Serra says.

Azalabulia finally understands how it feels to be wanted.

She thinks.

Even if this isn't feeling wanted, she feels special enough to be a crybaby.