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legend says that any man who catches sight of Shameimaru Aya's suspenders is cursed with an erection that can only be sated by Aya's slender fingers themselves.

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you have a thing for suits, even if it's just the top part
girls dressing like boys is cute (especially when you can still tell how girly they are underneath)
or you have a thing for shorts
it's suspenders Aya that particularly gets me

"Spare room. I don't want you sitting around in my room." Reimu immediately said. She pointed Shameimaru down the hallway. "Go." This was not a request. Shameimaru watched her for a moment with an indeterminate smile, then, in the blink of an eye, was gone. I heard the door to the spare room open, and the clack of Shameimaru's geta against the veranda's wooden surface. Before I could follow her, Reimu stopped me. "Are you sure about this?" She asked me quietly. I nodded. It was a promise I'd long since agreed with myself to keep. One of the first promises I'd made since the whole Eientei Investigation had started. "Alright...But she's a tengu journalist. They're...savvy. Good at finding ways to twist your words. No matter how much Aya particularly claims to report the truth." I expected as much after all my conversations with her, I supposed. "Okay, let's get this over with." I asked Reimu what she was planning. "I'm staying right with you. The entire time she's here. I'm not letting her do anything to you." I smiled, and gently played a hand on Reimu's shoulder before pulling her into a one-armed hug. Thank you, I replied quietly.

Inside the spare room, Shameimaru was spreading out some supplies. A supply of photographs, several sheets of paper that had scribbled notes on them, and she was flipping through her notebook with a finger while she sat with her knees up and her legs crossed at her ankles. "Alright!" She exclaimed brightly. "I've been waiting for this opportunity for half a year!" She did look pretty excited about it. "Sit down, sit down!" I slowly walked over and dropped to the opposite side of the table. "Alright, Do you remember what I said just before your - Er, girlfriend infected me with a horrifying illness?" She'd said it was just a cold, I replied with a frown.

"Tengu are all drama queens." Reimu muttered, sitting next to me with her arms folded and a frown on her face. She was staring at Shameimaru intensely. "Only ones worse than them are vampires."

"How rude!" Shameimaru replied crossly. "I've been in bed for the past three days, barely able to move!" She didn't look it, I thought privately. Reimu was probably right. "Anyway, I said that I might have an idea on how to run this story." Oh, she had said that. It had been right after telling us that she'd come last in the newspaper competition. "R-Right." She muttered, leaning back slightly. Seemed I'd struck a nerve. After a moment, she composed herself. "Tell me something." She said, a mysterious smile spreading across her face. "How is your relationship with Miss Kurodani?" Shameimaru tilted her head. She was fishing for an answer, and I felt like I should keep it away from her, but I changed my mind almost immediately.

There were at least three parties, but probably more, where absolutely no good could come from antagonising them. One was the tengu. Another was a journalist. And the last? Well, that was a crow. Crows could remember. They were intensely smart as far as birds went. This, I had not learnt from a book in Suzunaan. No, this I had learnt from an unfortunate mishap growing up. I'd come across a dead crow not far from my house, and - Young and naïve as I was - I'd decided to bury it. This, it seemed, had not gone down well with the dead crow's family, who'd been watching over their deceased ancestor. For the next six months, I'd practically had a target on my back for the crows who lived near the village. On the plus side, I'd learnt very quickly to be polite and respectful to them from then onward. Perhaps I'd taken that trait onward for far longer.

And lucky me, I had all three of those parties rolled into one right in front of me. So, I decided that it was time to get back to that mindset. I started by telling Aya, very bluntly, that I was marrying Yamame. That got her attention. "Oh-ho? You? A human? Marrying a youkai? My, my, how times change." She smirked and began to scribble in her notebook. "Congratulations, I should be saying. When...?" The question? I'd asked her as the sun rose on the first day of the new year. "Is that right? Ah, that's right after I left...Hmm, if only I had that shut-in's power...Alas, a pity that I missed it." Well, I'd wanted things quiet. "I suppose some enjoy that more than others. So, I'm sure you're wondering why I asked." I had a feeling that I was starting to get the idea. "Are you? Good, good. That'll save me some time." Shameimaru had said that she had thought of a way to run the story, and then she'd looked between Yamame and I, and now she was asking how our relationship was. "When's the wedding?" She asked, looking up from her notebook. We hadn't quite decided yet, but there was a fair chance that it would be in Spring. "Likely somewhere in Spring." Shameimaru muttered, writing it down.