Hozuki's Shadow--Hozuki x reader (Hoozuki no Reitetsu)

Chapter 5

"Our guests from European Hell are arriving tomorrow."

(F/N) looked up, mouth full of (Favorite Food). She sat in the cafeteria, Hozuki across from her, Karauri and Nasubi sitting at her side. Next to them was the TV, playing the latest episode of Jujutsu Kaisen.

"That's right," Karauri said in response to Hozuki's comment. "Do you know what you're going to do to entertain them this time?"

"We have some idea," (F/N) answered, setting down her bowl. "But that's not important. The important thing is, you—" She jabbed a finger in Hozuki's direction, "—need to learn to reign in your temper before you cause a diplomatic incident."

Hozuki narrowed his eyes, and Karauri and Nasubi looked strangely uncomfortable for some reason.

"I do not have a temper," Hozuki said. "I simply have a limited tolerance for stupidity and incompetence."

"Well, you need to do something about it," (F/N) sighed, crossing her arms. "The only reason you've gotten so far in life is because everyone is too terrified to go against you."

Hozuki glowered at her, and returned to his food, muttering something under his breath.

"...Apparently, there is at least one person who isn't."

(F/N) ignored him, and Karauri, let out a nervous chuckle.

"Anyway," he said, "Hozuki-sama, what is it you were saying—"

He stopped short, cut off by a loud shout from the TV.

"What kind of woman is your type?"

One by one, they turned to the television, watching the unbridled chaos flashing across the screen.

"Wow," Karauri muttered, "that guy's a weirdo. Who tries to judge people by their type? It's ridiculous!"

(F/N) nodded slowly. "You see a lot of things like that, though."

Karauri stared at her. "Things like what?"

"You know." She gestured vaguely to the television. "Quizzes and stuff. 'What your type says about you.' I don't know if there's anything to it, though." She thought for a moment. "Hey, Hozuki-sama, what do you think?"

Karauri twitched, and Hozuki set down his chopsticks. Already, it was obvious he was putting in much more thought than the question required.

"It may seem like it has little merit," he replied, crossing his arms, "but this sort of thing often has more to it than people realize. You'd be surprised how much you can learn about someone from a small fact like this."

"Oh, come on!" Karauri exclaimed, looking oddly nervous. "You can't tell that much from something like that..."

"Oh, really?" (F/N) leaned over the table. "What's your type of woman, then, Karauri-kun?"

"Um—"

"Karauri wants a woman who will step on him!"

The cafeteria fell silent at Nasubi's loud exclamation, and (F/N) nodded methodically.

"I see, so you're a pervert, then."

Karauri's face flushed red, and he grabbed Nasubi by the shoulders, shaking him hard.

"Who gave you the right to shout that out loud in the middle of the cafeteria! Did you never learn basic human decency?"

"Hehe...sorry..."

"Why you little—"

"Nasubi-kun!" (F/N) exclaimed, breaking Karauri's concentration long enough for Nasubi to break free. "What kind of woman is your type?"