Anima was plunged into a state of absolute confusion. Finding herself sharing a bed with Kaito in his private room was a scenario so beyond her reckoning that her mind simply shut down for a moment before she desperately clawed back her composure.
(...The sun hasn't come up yet. I can't check the clock from here, but it feels like it's still well before dawn. I must have been asleep for a few hours, so it's likely early morning. And based on the decor, this is definitely Master's room... It’s... hard to wrap my head around, but given the evidence, I have to assume I’m the one who crept into Master's room and climbed into his bed. What total lèse-majesté! This is a level of disrespect far beyond the bounds of an attendant... It's a small mercy that I've at least made a habit of wearing pajamas lately... Regardless, I have to get out of this bed. Slowly... so I don't wake the sleeping Master...)
Looking at the situation objectively, there was no other conclusion: Anima herself must have crawled into Kaito's bed while he was asleep. She wanted nothing more than to clutch her head and scream "Why?!" at the top of her lungs, but escaping this predicament was far more urgent.
While the thought of leaving the cozy warmth of the bed they shared pulled at her heartstrings, she felt she was being far too bold. She tried to slip quietly from under the covers, but then...
"Mmm..."
"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!?!??!?!?"
The sleeping Kaito stirred, reaching out to wrap his arms around Anima's back and pulling her into a tight embrace. It was the reflexive action of someone deep in sleep, treating her like a body pillow, but for Anima, it was an act with enough destructive power to elicit a silent scream.
(Ababababa! M-Ma-Ma-Master is hugging me... Hawawa... Master’s scent, his warmth... it’s so wonderful... No, wait! What an absolute blunder! A total lapse in vigilance. I never imagined things would turn out like this... B-But I can't escape now...)
Because he was fast asleep, Kaito wasn't regulating his strength; he clung to her as if she were his most precious possession. Given Anima’s physical capabilities, it would have been trivial to pull away.
It would have been easy, but doing so carried a high risk of waking him. She was already guilty of the lèse-majesté of sneaking into his bed; she couldn't possibly be even more discourteous by waking him. More to the point, if Kaito woke up now, Anima had no idea what she would do. She couldn't think of a single excuse.
(...Ugh, n-no, this is too much stimulation. It feels far too good, and my mind won't stay calm at all!? M-Maybe it would be better to just stay like this, being held by Master... I can’t exactly wake him up, so it’s an unavoidable circumstance... N-No, wait, Anima, get a grip!? Suppose Master wakes up in this state—what on earth do you plan to say to explain yourself!!)
Her face contorted into a rapid-fire series of expressions, an impressive display of silent emotional dexterity. Usually, Anima was the type who could handle embarrassment as long as she was mentally prepared for it. By maintaining a strict balance between her roles as his lover and his attendant, she was normally able to keep herself disciplined and respond calmly to anticipated situations. She didn't usually panic over romantic physical contact.
However, that poise was strictly limited to predictable events. Much like during their time in the bath, she was incredibly vulnerable to a surprise attack. And this situation was the ultimate surprise attack; any hope of rational thought had long since vanished.
In truth, despite her constant self-discipline, Anima’s affection for Kaito was overwhelming. There were plenty of moments when she secretly wished she could be even more affectionate and spoiled when they were alone. Her body proved more honest than her mind; before she even realized it, her own hands had crept around Kaito’s back. By the time she noticed, she was hugging him in return.
(Wait, what on earth am I doing?! I’m hugging Master... Oh, what a fool I am... But, ugh... this warmth is irresistible... Ahh... my brain is turning to mush... Master looks so handsome when he sleeps. I’m so happy he’s holding me, and being wrapped in his scent is pure bliss... Haa... I love him so much.)
The sheer bliss of the situation dissolved the last of her reason. Anima gave in to her spoiled side, nuzzling her face against the crook of his neck. It was a purely instinctive act born from her deep love, and it brought her such sweet happiness that her face remained completely softened with joy.
Of course, moving around like that made it impossible for Kaito to stay asleep forever.
"…Nn? …Mmph? …Huh? Eh? A-Anima!?"
"…Ah… Th-This is… well…"
Facing Kaito, who had awakened with a look of absolute shock, Anima’s face went pale in an instant, the blissful expression from moments before vanishing as if it had never been there.
Serious-senpai: "Aagh, guh... but if I give in here, it will go exactly as that Crazy God planned. I... I have to prevent that at all costs..."
Machina: "Serious-senpai. I want to eat White Chocolate too. Do you think I could have half regular chocolate and half white?"
Serious-senpai: "What on earth do you think I am!?"
Machina: "…An Interesting Creature?"