A Night In - Exclusive w/ Alts - Hi-Res

The beautiful amber hue colored the skies over Nishinomiya, Japan, as the sun slowly crested down towards the horizon. Much like the day, summer was crawling to its end and Chiko couldn’t be happier. Having returned from a long shift at his favorite ramen joint, he was ready to unwind and enjoy something he loved to watch: professional wrestling.

There was something gripping in the entertainment that delinquents like Chiko found so thrilling to watch. The action, the characters, everything just wrapped itself into the perfect package for the young man. It would’ve made for a wonderfully quiet night in… if not for the genie that lived with him.

Fukayna, frankly, never understood the appeal. To her it was all just gladiatorial combat but for cowards. There was no deliberate bloodshed, a lack of any lethal weapons and her feelings only grew stronger when Chiko informed her that wrestling was staged. This meant that tonight was just going to be a night she could comfortably get whatever she wished for, if she played her cards right.

Chiko returned to his apartment quietly, finding the key in his pocket and unlocking the door. The place was modest, very clean, but with a lack of furniture to speak of. To the left of the entrance was the living room, a couch sat in front of the TV, a window facing in the same way as the front door between them. To the right, a small kitchen with all the necessities to prepare a proper meal, a fridge that was filled with more ingredients than beverages and a table for four that always sat two. In front of him was the bedroom and bathroom doors, the bedroom closer to the living room with the bathroom closer to the kitchen. Not a large living space but one that a couple called home.

Chiko closed then deadbolted the door behind him before sliding his shoes off and lumbering into the bedroom. He knew where his genie was and he was eager to see her once more. Who would’ve guessed that the brat who called his apartment home would end up being the light at the end of a rough shift.

The door to the bedroom swung open, Fukayna letting out a soft yawn as she lay on her side facing towards the doorway. The room only housed a small closet, a dresser and a queen bed. The shadow frame of a jersey hung on the wall above the dresser. All bits and pieces housing important parts of Chiko’s life, including his djinn. 

“Home so soon, puppy? Have you started making me dinner yet?” Fukayna asked, stretching as she lifted herself up and floated out of bed.

Chiko raised a brow, removing his uniform and stripping down to just his boxers. “Of course not. I’ve only been back for a few minutes-”

“Well… Get on with it. I was not just forced to wait over eight hours for you to casually return and deny me more food.” Fukayna demanded as Chiko sighed and stood up to look at her.

There was a beat, a moment, where he had to take in what his eyes finally caught. Fukayna floated just about half an inch above his bed with the only clothing on her being a jersey. One that meant a lot to him. 

“Take that off.” Chiko stated, pointing to the white and black striped baseball jersey.

Fukayna paused and looked down at it, only to look back up with a large smirk. “Oh~? Already in the mood, you mutt~?”

“No, I-” Chiko stumbled for a second, taking a deep breath as Fukayna giggled. “That Hanshin Tigers jersey is very important to me. So either take it off and swap to your usual look or I’ll pick something out and have you wear it instead.”

“I’m sorry, this top is important to you?” Fukayna scoffed once more, floating closer towards Chiko, “It’s. An. Object. Besides, the material it’s made from is very comfortable to rest in-”

“Do you want me to make you something to eat or not?”

Fukayna pouted, looking at the button-up shirt before looking up to her master. “It’s just an object, isn’t it?” Chiko mocked, his voice betraying the serious expression he was giving her.

“F-Fine. Here.” With a snap of her fingers, Fukayna was in her usual get-up, and the baseball jersey landed smoothly into the awaiting grasp of Chiko.

“Good girl. Given that tonight is wrestling night…” Chiko hummed, taking great care with the jersey as he opened up the closet and hung it up inside, “I think you should probably wear something to match.”

“Wh-?! I will when the Nile dries up!” Fukayna protested as Chiko moved about the bedroom.

“It’s just a design on a t-shirt, not asking you to cosplay or anything wild.” Chiko’s tone and body language slowly softened, now taking with the usual calm tone that the genie was so familiar with. He moved towards the dresser in the corner of the room and drew out a t-shirt with the Bullet Club logo on it.

Fukayna physically drifted back from the tee, so repulsed at the idea of wearing it. But she couldn’t move further before Chiko tossed it towards her. 

“So, if you want to wear anything of mine, you can wear that tonight. Now I’m going to get started on something for you once I tune the TV to New Japan.”

“You better not make it spicy!” Fukayna called as Chiko strode out of the room and towards the kitchen.

“I can’t promise anything but I’ll try at least.” Chiko playfully responded, just so he could hear the annoyed grunt from Fukayna in the other room.

This was what Chiko enjoyed most. While Fukayna might get on his nerves from time to time, he was always able to find a way to fire back at her. As long as their dynamic remained a playful back and forth between one another, it would never steer toward negativity in Chiko’s mind. Besides, she was the only other person in his life at the moment who he was comfortable being both around and in bed with.

Chiko moved about the small kitchen, grabbing some meat and veggies from the fridge as well as some rice and tossing that into the rice cooker. He began to carefully prepare a bowl of Katsu-don for them to both enjoy. It wasn’t anything fancy, but for a quick meal? It would certainly do the trick. 

I really should get better at preparing for dinner ahead of time… Chiko thought to himself, eyes locked in on the finely sliced pork cutlet he was preparing.

“There, happy?”

Chiko paused before looking up to catch a glimpse of Fukayna. The oversized shirt looked just a little extra large, sitting ajar on Fukayna’s frame. Her tan legs were mostly visible and in the open. No sandals on but her foot jewelry remained on as always. Chiko felt his cheeks begin to burn slightly, the sensation fuzzy yet unfamiliarly painful, as cool air hit his skin and his gaze remained locked on the djinn.

Fuka just gave a wry smile and chuckled to herself. 

“I think your reaction is enough to tell me it scratches a certain itch of yours. Getting antsy~?”

Chiko shook his head and laughed softly, the tone warm yet flustered. “With the amount of times you’re asking, startin’ to think you want me to be horny.”

“I-! N-No! You’re the one gawking at me while I’m wearing only a shirt!” Fukayna protested, hands balled into fists at her sides as she pouted at Chiko once more.

“And you were the one to suggest I was looking at you in a hungry way.” Chiko retorted, breading the pork by hand before lightly setting it into a pan to fry.

“I-! Y-You-!” Fuka tightened up, her body ready to lash out for him even daring to suggest that she was in heat… before relenting and letting out a cute huff.

Chiko chuckled quietly, using chopsticks to flip over the fried cutlet, glancing back up at her with that playful smirk of his. “Fine, fine. I won’t stare. Sorry for wanting to admire your beauty.”

Fuka softened up at the comment this time, still pouting as she looked back towards Chiko. She floated around the couch, gliding down into the seat with her back against the arm rest. “You can make up for your ignorance with this meal.” Fukayna commanded, snapping her fingers as a glass of wine appeared within her open palm.

“If that’s-” Chiko stopped, looking at the fine wine in her hand, biting his lip and taking a deep breath, “-what you wish, so be it.”

The delinquent moved through the kitchen once more, grabbing a pair of bowls for the two of them. Once the rice cooker was done, he scooped the white rice into the containers and served the pork atop the grain. He whistled for Fukayna to sit up, before handing her a bowl. “Thank you, puppy. You’ve been forgiven.”

Even when ushered to move, Fukayna seemed to dominate the couch. She lay on her side, arm resting against the armrest, with her legs drawn close to her body. Chiko had to squish himself on the other end, doing his best to get comfortable, before turning on the TV to the program he wished to watch. 

“Itadakimasu.” Chiko whispered, beginning to eat.

Dinner was rather quiet, which was the usual in the Sasaki household. Fukayna made no more smug remarks, though she frequently shifted herself to potentially catch Chiko’s gaze. Either rotating her hips to show just a bit more of what lay beneath that shirt or pressing her toes against his leg. Chiko was doing his best to ignore it, although it was growing increasingly difficult to do so. Was her plan to distract him from the show? It was working almost flawlessly.

After about twenty minutes of this, Fukayna finally broke her streak of shifting and prodding by floating her dish to the sink and casually moving her feet into Chiko’s lap. 

“Oh, puppy~?” She sang, swirling the wine in her hand before floating it up, “My feet are so tired…”

Chiko felt the weight in his lap, his eyes shifting down to the lovely soles then to their owner. “Fuka, not really in the mood-”

“You’re not doing anything that keeps your hands busy.” The genie noted, tapping her pointer finger against her chin, “I didn’t ask for worship, unless you’re willing to do so.”

“Just a massage?”

Fukayna nodded her head, letting her toes gently graze his stomach, pressing against him to lure out that other side of him. “You can do that for me, can’t you~?”

Chiko hesitated, considering his options before shrugging and allowing his hands to drift down towards her divine soles. His thumbs pressed into the silky smooth skin, rubbing slowly in a circular motion as Fukayna just watched amused. This is what her life should be like, a well-built man tending to her every need. A queen must always have a servant.

His hands continued to move and shift over the heavenly form, running along the toes before applying pressure into the ball of the foot. Eventually, he moved to the other foot and tended to that as well. Fukayna, calmly sighed and ran her own finger around the rim of her wine glass. While Chiko may have had a rule against alcohol in his home, the distraction that catered to his primitive mortal desires bypassed them completely. It even pulled his attention away from the crude entertainment that he so desired, just as Fukayna intended. 

“Why don’t you turn that silly show off. I think we both are enjoying this far more, wouldn’t you agree~?”

Chiko had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality, quickly looking up to catch the tail end of a match before smiling warmly to the djinn. 

“Am I going to get anything out of it, if I do?” He asked.

“Only if you’re well behaved.”

After a beat of silence between them, Chiko leaned forward and turned the TV off. As long as it wasn’t baseball, Fukayna had his undivided attention and he was dedicated to making sure that Fukayna got what she needed.