Sebastian Michaelis x Male Reader

IV

I sandwiched a lemon, btw.

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"Keep going, (y/n)," Sebastian tells me.

"N-ng," I manage to let out through my pants. "I-I can't go much further..."

"You're almost there."

"How many more pushups?"

"Fifteen more," he says softly.

"Ah! N-no! I-I can't!"

"Of course you can, (y/n). Don't you want to be stronger? You've already made so much progress in the past two weeks. I want to see you continue to improve."

"Ha! Done!" I shout as I collapsed on the ground. "Why did you pick such a high number? Every single day is like torture now. I almost wish that I wouldn't wake up."

Ever since Sebastian turned normal towards me (two weeks ago) he's also decided to help me get as "fit and strong as is possible for someone like you." What he meant by "someone like you" I have no idea. But what he's decided to do to me is make me do an absurd number of sit-ups then push-ups as soon as I wake up. It's terrible. I get all sweaty first thing in the morning and then Sebastian gives me a bath--no, I still don't let him wash me. He'd enjoy that too much and I don't want to reward him for giving me a taste of his Hell.

"You did well, as always," he tells me. Sebastian helps me stand up and quickly guides me to the bathroom. "And you're also perspiring as always."

"It's your fault, so shut up about it," I grumble. Sebastian smirks and starts the bath. "Why exactly are you making me do this?"

"I don't want you to be able to dress so...convincingly like a woman ever again," he tells me.

"What do you know that I don't?" I ask him. Sebastian looks away as I strip and settle myself in the tub. He looks back at me for a quick moment and blushes. "I make you so nervous~" I tease him. "Just tell me why you want me working out like this."

"You won't like my answer," he whispers.

"A demon shouldn't care whether or not I like his answer."

"But I do," Sebastian tells me. He sighs and heads out of the room, but not before saying, "There's going to be a ball in three days. Master Ciel wants you to participate."

"Do I get to cook and bake and--"

"Do what you please."

"Is there some reason you didn't want to tell me about this ball?" I ask Sebastian as I look through one of his recipe books. I have Bard out on a wild goose chase looking for his blowtorch which is actually under my chair right now. So Sebastian and I have the kitchen to ourselves for the moment. He's letting me pick out the menu.

"Of course," he tells me. I sit up and look at him preparing a cart to bring to Ciel. "You were too busy thinking about food to let me finish."

I turn around in my chair fully to give him my kitten eyes. "Won't you finish now?"

Sebastian lets out a snort and turns away from me. "Don't pretend like you actually enjoy my company. I know you only tolerate my presence still."

"Only tolerate," I spit. "I do more than tolerate, Sebastian. You beat me up first thing in the morning every single day. But you haven't tried to rape me yet, so I consider us friends. Granted, we're not best friends, but we're friends. I don't hate you, isn't that good?"