Underdeveloped Hiruma, Almost Immoral Reversal
"Are you awake, Tsubone?"
Within the Seaside Hotel,
Hiruma knocked on his butler's door and inquired, his mind racing with degenerate ideas that he couldn't possibly achieve at his age and in his current, childish body.
Some things were working fine, but other obvious ones needed to be appointed.
The door, previously closed, promptly opened.
"Young master Hiruma, did you require my assistance in any way? What about our previously agreed-upon meeting time?"
...
Tsubone opened the door and inquired, clothed in cozy, homey garb. She wore pale red gymnast shorts and a tight white shirt that clung to her powerful rib cage, shoulders, and arms.
Tsubone didn't sleep naturally and couldn't even if she wanted to after what happened.
She was about to ask him about it when she heard the young master, who was still standing at the door, inquire,
"May I enter?"
"Of course,"
She replied.
Seconds later,
"Are our room arrangements different? Did you give me a better one, Tsubone? I told you that you didn't have to save up for anything with the funds on me... But you wouldn't let me pay for the check-in."
"How could I have? Haha."
"This old lady is not poor, young master, and this is considered normal, so please take a seat."
Tsubone gently retorted. More gentle than usual as she cleaned the cans of lemonade on her desk and put them in the small black trash can.
The old woman wasn't a stickler for tidiness and cleanliness, but she suddenly felt like tidying her room, which couldn't be called a mess.
She had a strange feeling, a rush of warm emotion in her chest.
When the boy looked around, she felt strangely relieved to have him in her room.
She had big plans to start serving him like they agreed today, but something was off.
It was as if she were already unwaveringly loyal...no, perhaps even attracted to his little dapper, dandified demeanor?
'Dapper?'
'Dandy?'
'Wait a minute...when was the last time I used this word to describe a man?'
'Huh? It couldn't possibly be...'
The elderly lady took a deep breath in contemplation as she realized what was happening to her.
It couldn't be described as bad.
Only if...
'When did I start thinking like this about the young master? Do I find the baby boy handsome?'
'Hahaha, that'd be cute of old me to think so.'
'It's not entirely inappropriate of me to have such thoughts about my next master. If his caregiver doesn't find him appealing, who would?'
'If he appeals to my eye, he may appeal to other girls his age and older. Mhmm, that's something to be happy about.'
'But... there's the current issue causing me some consternation: why do I feel a little expectant in his presence?'
Tsubone realized this very odd thing.
She appeared to have developed, or been caught up in, an unexpected and adorable crush. Even as an elderly lady, she couldn't explain those things.
She married the last time she felt anything like this...
This couldn't be good.
She couldn't possibly have such irrational thoughts.
This was all cute but naturally impossible because young master Hiruma was both a child and her master.
She dismissed it as a bizarre nighttime feeling. Or, at the very least, she was attempting to...
The old woman was lost in her world-altering, woolgathering, and mind-boggling thoughts when she heard the young master ask,
The initiative in speech between grownup and kid also appeared to have changed hands out of the blue.
"How do you feel?"
"Normal; why?"
Tsubone was too old and enriched in disarming world experiences to stutter, but replying just now, she almost did.
"Nothing different? Are you certain?"
The boy asked again, this time with an inquisitive and curious-looking grin.
"Young master..."
Tsubone suddenly realized.
When she saw the young master walk to her door on his own before the scheduled meeting time, this was the first question she wanted to ask.
She hadn't expected the young master to take command of some of his abilities without her help.
His recent display of self-satisfaction contradicted her assumptions.
"Something happened, right?"
He asked again, this time with anticipation in his voice and eyes. His oddly captivating young eyes...
"Yes, young master, it did. May I inquire as to what this was all about?"
Tsubone responded with a serious and concerned expression, calming down the sudden heat and the avidity in her undergarments. She was more concerned with his well-being than hers.
She didn't want the young master to keep rousing the half-mastered ability if it was explosive, too breakneck to handle.
It was better to take things slowly until they figured out all the ins and outs of what had just happened.
Her first duty was to teach the young master to master his Nen safely and this congenital skill if he couldn't forget it.
Tsubone would try, but she needed to find out if she could make him forget the ability.