It was late in the evening when Ars returned home. The dormitory curfew was over and it was generally too late for dinner. The only light in the research building was in Ars's laboratory, which was on the top floor.

　As expected, Ars felt that he had stayed too long, and rushed up to the top floor in a hurry. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. The night had only just begun as far as the morning return, and its bewitching darkness was far from over. After all, he only knew about it from a work colleague who had heard about it from a glancing and complaining colleague when he was in the military.

　His footsteps are heavy for some reason, and perhaps the reason for this is the strange silence and cold. I'm sure you'll be able to find a few of these in your own home.
　However, the walls are as thick as a safe and the security system is stringent because it holds valuable materials and equipment, so no sound leaks out into the corridor even if it is a little noisy.

　So this quietness is mainly due to Ars himself.

　There is no hesitation in opening the door, as usual. He just peeks one eye through the gap in the door that opens slightly. Since Flynn is also going to stay overnight today, I try to see what's going on inside. It's inaudible, but I can hear him talking. It doesn't seem like he's going to be scolded.
　It's not that I'm being scolded, it's just that I'm feeling stealthy before I said I'd be coming back soon, so Ars enters.

　It is not necessary for the landlord, Ars, to refrain from doing so, but the psychological situation is not good - even more so when the scent of fresh dinnertime is wafting in the room.
　In terms of time, the dinner must be ready. It's Loki, he should not be overlooked there.

　Thinking that he should apologize for the first time, Ars said, "I'm home," and sounded a small, heartless voice.
　There were no words in return. There were definitely two of them, but there was no sign of the girls within sight of Ars.

　Looking at the dining room, there was still a colorful dinner lined up on the table with no space between them. I couldn't see the steam from the soup anymore, and I felt remorseful, "I did a bad thing," I said.

　Then the voice that had been muffled a moment ago approached, and the voice that seemed to be across one wall became clear and reached straight to Ars's ears.
　The location of the voice was Loki's room. It's not very effective in soundproofing, as it's just a simple room separated by partitions.

Oh, I didn't hear that you didn't bring a change of clothes. Please tell me that kind of thing before you take a bath!　Oh, and the underwear - they're about the same size, right?　That's right. There's nothing crazy in my eyes, so there's no doubt about it.

　Loki walked out of the room, wrapping the bath towel around his armpits and shaking his damp silver hair, which he hadn't wiped off. The sound of floppy footsteps on the floor seemed to indicate the girl's lightness.
　Then she held Flynn's folded change of clothes in her hands, and her underwear was placed on top.

''Flynn-san, it's underwear, but please forgive me if it's buzzy................''

　Ironically, Loki, who throws such a voice into the bathroom, couldn't get past Ars at a small run so as not to cool his flaming body.

　Loki's face, which had stopped time pitter-patter, was a crunching motion like a malfunctioning doll, turning only his neck dexterously.
　The sight of him made Ars rub his come-hither. It was easy to see at a glance that the timing was bad. As I recall, Ars had seen a scene similar to this one a lot in his childhood under Vizayst.
　After this, it usually came full circle with some sort of sanction. At the time, it seemed as if the male member of the squad who had committed the insolence was the main hope, but it was still bad luck. It's like a natural disaster of sorts.

　In any case, there is no justice here, only sanctions by accident. I suppose this is our fate as men. It is the duty of a man who is more powerful than a woman. At least that's how it was taught in Ars's upbringing. Mostly to Colonel Lindelph.

　Before he could search for words, Loki's time moved on.

'Master Ars?'

　It's not a nickname, but a name that goes back to the old days. Instead of distancing herself in reality, something switched in Loki. It was a response based on her underlying sense of duty, if only for the sake of Ars.
　Then there was not the slightest bit of shame when she was seen as naked as she was. He borrowed the power of service that he could do anything if he wanted.

　Now that his lust is satisfied, Loki can't help but feel embarrassed, like a woman, by the suddenness of the event. Hence the reflexive switch.
　But both Loki is ultimately herself. The effects of the switch are mixed, without any amount of effect.


Oh, yeah, yeah, I can see that. I'm here.

　As he is told, Loki's gaze looks down at his own body. The body, wrapped in a stark white towel, is a straight line with little undulation from collarbone down. There are no rich twin hills in sight that should hide his feet.

　The awkward exchange was not the development Ars had expected. The taut, lustrous skin reflected a healthy whiteness, and rather than cooling the heat, the supercilious, blood-toned skin lifted a slight blush.

　Then Loki straightens his posture and says, "Welcome back," with an air of equanimity.
　Immediately after, Loki sees the underwear on the top shelf of the change of clothes in his hand, and he grasps it with one hand as if to steal it away in a rustic fashion and hide it behind his back.

'Suddenly it's not fair, sir,'

　Ars couldn't even counterbalance his words without context, and he tilted his head. It was too difficult for the current Ars to guess what Loki was trying to say.　

　Even though he had prepared it for Flynn, it was something Loki usually wore. Such shame worked on the spur of the moment because it was just underwear. It seems to be strangely embarrassing to be in a situation where it is placed carelessly apart from the fact that you are wearing it.
　The underwear was included in the category of lingerie, which is commonly called, for Loki, who is a stalwart who grew up in the military above all. In short, it was a fashionable thing, and he was embarrassed to have it known.

''Ko, this is........!

　He holds a change of clothes in the palm of one hand, while the other hand is kept messily passed behind him. It was probably for the sake of not specifically mentioning the straps of the underwear that were visible from behind his back.
　But that Loki's actions were a little too over the top and too big.

　The knot in the towel that held it in place on his chest was unraveling as if it couldn't bear it.
　''Eh?'' In the end, Loki, stunned, let out a chilling scream at the feeling of freedom as the towel wrapped around him peeled off.

　Both hands are occupied, and the hand behind him is holding his underwear. He had to avoid exposing it to Ars. As a result, the stance he had arrived at after unhuman reflexes and outstanding bodywork was already a mess of everything.

　I dexterously pulled my arm holding the change of clothes and held the towel with my elbow. But the knot in the towel, already untied, did not return, and the right elbow alone could not hold everything in place.
　Therefore, Loki crouched down in a small way as soon as one side came off completely. He could have prevented it by using the other hand that was passed behind his back, but maybe it wasn't in his head, or maybe there was something he wanted to defend to the death at all costs.

　Either way, Loki's face turned red and he was unable to move.

　Even though he destroyed himself on his own, Ars did his best to make an affectionate smile.

''A, Al.......ta, it's time.''
Oh, oh...

　Sorting out the situation, he figured that he was the cause of Loki's inability to move now, so he told him not to catch a cold and gently turned away.

　Loki's body was feverish enough that there was no sign of a cold. Even as he turned his back, he was ashamed to be naked behind it.
　'Mr. Flynn, please help me out a bit,' he called out, and immediately a similarly toweled Flynn peeked out of the bathroom.

'What are you doing?'

　If the situation was completely ungraspable to her, she couldn't imagine how it happened and turned her white eyes to the silver-haired girl who was squatting. No, she sighed loudly as she gradually saw the path as she observed it.

''Ars-san is taking care of me now. My body got cold too.''

　Flynn, beckoning, shifted to the side, leaving the bathroom door open.
　She doesn't want to leave the bathroom, which is a safe zone, either, just so Loki can run in.

　Immediately after, Loki shrank back and changed direction, holding the towel in place as he scuttled in. He released a set of clothes as he passed through Flynn. A further beat later, the bath towel comes down.

　With his back turned, Ars hears a bash and a dive behind him, dumbfounded.

　Then Loki and Flynn reenter the bath together and take plenty of time to get back to normal.

　Loki comes out first, either because she's been in the bath for so long that she's on fire, or because the earlier incident is still on its heels. Either way, her face had a light, glossy blush to it.
　It's not that Loki, who came out of the room looking up, seemed to be in a bad mood.

'Al, please tell me in advance next time.
What are you doing?

　I made an uncharacteristic tweak, and Loki didn't answer it, but instead.

'And also, I was wondering if you could lend Flynn some clothes?　It's a shame, but...

　Apparently the clothes didn't fit. If I had to guess, what was the size of the underwear, but in any case, Loki was the only woman in the place and there was no change.
　Lending Flynn a slightly larger black shirt, she was the first to sniff it.

'Flynn's mostly rude, too, isn't he?
'Yes. I'm washing up properly, so it's okay!
'Oh, I'm sorry. No, I mean, I smelled the same as I did when I was nursing her before.

　It stinks, not that it's stinking, but it's strangely calming.
　Flynn says shyly, but there's one girl here who doesn't want to be heard.

'Which one is it?'

　A little deliberately, theatrically, Loki puts his face to Flynn's chest and sniffs him. The scent is strangely nostalgic to Loki, as his cheeks unravel.

'It's Al's scent, isn't it? Don't worry, it's the same as always!

　Smiling broadly, Loki placed a hand on Flynn's shoulder. He turned his smile to the familiar scent, as if his mind was being refreshed by the familiar scent.

'Would you mind taking those off?'
'No, no!　Or rather, you'll run out of things to wear!　
Hey, I think it's time for dinner.　I mean, can you just stop?　The two of you.

　The poor change of subject was because he couldn't bear to stay any longer. It's probably nothing compared to the shame Loki experienced, but at least it's an embarrassment he's never experienced because he's not wearing perfume or other fragrances.

　-- was this the sanction?

　Seeing the two people who wouldn't listen to him, Ars decided to be prepared to endure the hard work.