Aoi crossed her arms and gave me a really unpleasant look “I don’t get him, Doc.” She turned back to our new therapist Dr. Mne “he loves anime, loves girls, plays every MOE game he can get his hands on. But he won’t let me play with his joystick! He plays.” She jerked her head back to me “with it, with himself.”

Mnemosyne’s one eye was locked on me. I could feel the stare of the eye behind the jeweled eyepatch “I told her.” She moved forward in her seat which made me feel strange “I-I’m not in guys.”

She lifted her finger which I followed “you will let Aoi do what she came here to do.”

“No!” I hissed “she’s not my type.”

“Horse shit!” Aoi shouted, “I can be anything you want!”

“But a real girl.” Ignoring the fit Aoi was about to through I was staring at the perplexed Doctor before me “could you quit point at me all the time?” She began to twirl a piece of her pink hair as she continued to point “because that makes it less obvious.”

“You’re an odd one.” Mnemosyne said continuing to roll her hair around her pointing finger “nothing works on you.”

“What?”

She shrugged “I’m analyzing you.” I followed her gaze to the degree hanging on the wall “it’s my job.”

“It’s your job to point at me? And demand me do things?” I bit my lower lip. “You asked me to star in a BL live-action with Aoi.”

“Not a boy!”

“Shut it!” I hissed at Aoi. “Tried to get me to put on high heels and dance the can-can for you. And now telling me to let Aoi do whatever she came here to do. Which is deflower me. After I already told you no. Doctor, I’m beginning to question your methods. Besides.” I pointed to the degree “it’s colored with crayons.”

“It’s a legit college!” Mnemosyne slammed her fist on the table.

“Yeah. Crayola college is one of Japans top three.” I shrugged.

“Damn right it is.” Aoi nodded along “humans don’t understand-“

“Wait.” I stopped and looked at her “humans?”

“Yes. Us. Us. Us. Humans.” She smiled.

“Aoi.” I turned to the scared looking incubus (“succubus”) beside me “you took me to one of your kind?”
 She smiled and looked at her feet “No.”

“You invited two gay strangers to live with us.”

“Yuuta doesn’t like gay boys,” Aoi said looking at Mnemosyne.

“I have no problem with homosexual men!” I hissed “I’m a huge supporter! Hell, I encourage it! But the fact is they are strangers!”

“So you are not happy to live with homosexual men?” Mnemosyne asked trying to act like she cared.

“Don’t make this into something it’s not.” Taking a deep breath, I continued “I don’t mind that the two of them are gay. It’s the fact they are stranger. And the one called Kinky keeps trying to come into my bed at night and tickle my pickle.”

“So does Mr. Yuuta. Not like attractive men hitting on him? Speaking from a professional angle. I would LOVE to be hit on by beautiful men!”

“It doesn’t bother me! Damn, you’re trying to make me look super homophobic in this chapter!”

“And he thinks he has someone writing about him.”

I rolled my eyes “I do not think someone is writing about me. I do not care gay boys flirting with me. I just don’t want to wake up with three boners around me!” I couldn’t help but tear up “even more when your mountain is the smallest.”

“And he feels like he is not up to par.” Mnemosyne made a clicking noise “So Yuuta. Since you are not into men. Are you into boys?” With that Aoi perked up “are you a shouta-con?”

Before I could say anything Aoi had changed. She appeared like a small boy or girl, I couldn’t tell. She had short blond hair and bright blue eyes which looked up at me “Can I have Yuuta’s lollipop.”

“Hell!”

“I’ll make a note of your sexual preference.”

“Don’t you dare!” I hissed as she began writing “I’m not into boys or men! I like girls!”