Show Me Desire ( Servant x Izuru)

Interest

A dark-clad figure sat, brooding to himself.

Boring.

Completely and utterly pointless.

Day after day he had just been residing in this room, silently in the dark.

As if being anywhere else would make a difference after all.

The male suddenly stood and walked to the other side of the practically empty room, sliding into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, leaning in closely. Nothing had changed as expected...besides getting a bit thinner maybe. He pushed himself away before turning to strip off his suit. Ridiculously long hair tickled at his ankles before he moved the thick mass to the side as he stepped into the shower.

Izuru Kamukura. That was his name. The Ultimate Hope, someone who was loved by talent...all of these were Izuru. All this potential he had been given had made him an aficionado of unpredictability, something he rarely felt and when he did feel it, it soon became predictable and boring once again. Nothing was challenging anymore, everything was an endless cycle.

He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist in the process. He glanced at the bathroom door, that one would be coming soon. It was around the usual time anyway. He let a breath out of his nose before starting to dry his hair. As if called, grey-green eyes peeked through the crack of the bathroom door before opening it.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Izuru, but I've brought your dinner."

As usual, Izuru didn't answer and just continued to dry his hair.

Unfazed by this, Servant continued to speak in that soft manner of his. "Ah...since this is my last stop...would you like me to help you with drying your hair? It looks quite difficult to handle by yourself." He paused. "Not that you can't do it, of course, I know you can. It's just...even if it isn't worth much, my assistance may make this a task a bit faster."

Izuru looked up at the white-haired male, staring right at him for a few seconds before handing him a dryer and going back to taking care of his locks.

Ah...just from his gaze Servant couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement. For someone like him to be looked at from someone as great as Izuru...it was truly incomprehensible. Grasping the hairdryer with his mit he came closer and turned on the electronic. He couldn't help the slight shaking of his hands as he held the long, dark hair with one hand and dried with the other, being as careful as possible.

Soon, to much of Servant's dismay, Izuru's hair was pretty much dry after several minutes of both of them working on it.

"....that's enough." Izuru stated as he started to brush his hair quietly, causing the fluffy-haired male to back off a bit.

The lucky remnant watched Izuru silently, what would he give to run his fingers through those silky locks properly just once more-wait, what was he thinking? He shouldn't be having such thoughts, he was here to serve, not want. He swallowed, looking downcast at his feet instead of looking at the other before him.

Red eyes glanced at the other as he finished up, the look of frustration was obvious. In fact, Servant, like everyone else, was almost too easy to read. Izuru set the brush down and practically glided by the slightly distressed male, who quickly broke whatever thought process he was having and followed behind.

Seeing the food that Servant had brought didn't interest Izuru in the slightest as he grabbed clothes and sat on the bed once more. With his back turned to Servant, he slipped off the towel and slid on fresh clothes, which happened to be another black suit.

As this was happening, Servant glanced off to focus on the task he was given initially...instead of Izuru. "Forgive me, but are you going to eat...?" From the lack of response from the other, he guessed it was a no. "Missing another meal like this..." He sighed, pausing mid-sentence. Even if this was Izuru...he just couldn't let him not eat again. This wasn't just because of her original request, but also of his own interest as well. He silently thought to himself as he walked around to be in his "ideal's" line of sight. "What...can I do to make you eat?"

Instead of answering the question, Izuru narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. "Your eyes...why do you look at me the way you do?" He spoke in his usual monotone voice, eyeing the other directly. He could feel Servant's eyes on him throughout the entire "bathroom scene," and even while dressing, though he seemed to have forced himself to look away. "Your hands shook just from touching me, but it wasn't from fear or uneasiness."

Servant froze, oh no...there was no way he could lie. Not to him, he would be seen through almost immediately, of that he was positive. "Ahaha...so you noticed. I expect nothing else from the Ultimate Hope..."

"I've been aware for quite a while." He bluntly stated. Even with others in a room, he could tell how the Servant would steal glances at him every so often, no matter where they were. How by even being a little less than an arms length away would cause the other to sweat or fidget...like he was trying to figure out how he should act.

"Of course...well...to put it simply...." He looked up, trying to figure out the correct way to word this. "Mmm...I find you simply beautiful...and your whole existence enticing." Perhaps the last part was too much, but since Izuru asked he had to deliver his reasoning fully.

The confession didn't faze Izuru in the slightest. He figured it was something like that, though not in those exact words. "Enticing..." He was enticing to him, but to Izuru that feeling wasn't mutual, since he was no more interesting from anyone else. Perhaps even less so since they shared the talent called luck. "Then...do you lust for me?" He questioned cooly once again, now looking at the other remnant right in the eyes.

Servant was stunned by the rather intimate question, but he tried to let it not show. "Yes well...." He breathed in, tapping his chin as he apprehensively looked over Izuru. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't find you attractive..." Saying such a thing to the Ultimate Hope was almost unimaginable...but here he was admitting it due to Izuru's pushing.

This left Izuru quiet for several seconds, mulling over thoughts in his head. Lust...it was something he had no experience with whatsoever. He didn't know what it was exactly....what it felt or looked like...and that alone...interested him. "Then..." He looked over at the, probably now ice cold, food. He knew what he was about to suggest was ridiculous, especially regarding someone like Servant, but he couldn't let this chance just pass by. Especially since something like "interest" was almost non-existent to him. "...I'll eat...if you show me what lust is."