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There’s no one else in the library past midnight. Murasaki has retired back to her room, Mash is probably still stuck in post-mission briefing with the director and all the other servants tend to avoid the library altogether.
This means there’s nobody to notice what Ritsuka and Tokiko are up to.
Ritsuka had come in to research something, really. Something about time. Something that has long since slipped her mind, far more occupied with Tokiko.
Tokiko, this strange servant who had just popped up one day. Tokiko, this strange servant who doesn’t fight, but stays glued to Ritsuka’s side within Chaldea’s halls. Tokiko, this strange servant who presses Ritsuka up against a bookshelf with little care for the books residing in them, soft pink lips pressed just beneath the line of her jaw.
There’s a beauty to Tokiko, even now as she looms over Ritsuka like a spectre. Even in all her awkwardness, in her misdirection, Tokiko has always felt like some sort of higher being gracing Chaldea with her presence. Her violet hair is soft in Ritsuka’s loose grip, mesmerising red eyes that usually look down at her sweetly from behind her glasses are now closed in pleasure as she mouths at Ritsuka’s neck.
It feels a little wrong, like something is being tainted.
But Ritsuka wants this and so does Tokiko, if her enthusiasm is any indication. Why else would Tokiko have all but pulled Ritsuka away from her research, if not due to unbridled passion? Sure, Ritsuka was in the middle of something but it’s not like it was important—
Without warning, Tokiko playfully nips at her jaw. When Ritsuka yelps at the sting, Tokiko’s sweet laughter is warm against her skin.
"Ritsuka," she whispers, pulling back with a coy smile.
Not 'Master', because she isn't Ritsuka's servant.
(...Just whose servant is she, then? This woman with no name, just why is she—)
Tokiko's hand drags down, down, slips under the hem of her dress (wait, didn't her Mystic Code have a black skirt?) and suddenly all rational thought leaves her mind.