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What in the name of god was Sakasaki doing. Literally why was he holding a lemon in disappointment, in the middle of some satanic circle schtick.
Hokuto has an alchemist boyfriend and he loves him but come on. You don’t just walk in on your boyfriend holding a lemon and looking at it like it was the worst failure of this earth without at least wondering what is going on. And that’s exactly what he’s gonna try and find out:
“Natsume, why.. why is our kitchen set up for a satanic ritual and why are you holding a lemon and looking at it like it killed your whole family?”
Natsume turned quickly towards him, and as his face settled into a frown, Hokuto knew he was going to complain.
“HokkEE.. I was trying to summon a demon but all I got was a leMON. Whoever wrote the instructions is a liAR.”
Hokuto didn’t even question that first part, and sighed.
“Listen, Natsume, just hand over the instructions, I’m sure there’s something.”
Natsume handed him this ridiculously huge book. Why was it hot pink? Who knows.
“It’s at page sixty-foUR.”
Hokuto opened at page 64. Everything was written in fancy cursive and- oh my god.
“Natsume. This here, says how to summon a lemon. It’s cursive.”
Natsume, who’d walked up behind Hokuto to put his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder wasn’t believing it:
“WhAT? That clearly says demON” said Natsume.
“No, it says lemon. Look.”
“AH. Yes, indeed if you squINT, it dOES”
“Wanna look for the actual way to summon a demon?” asked Hokuto, turning a bit to look at Natsume from the corner of his eye.
“Of coURSE, HokkEE~” replied Natsume, smiling softly at his boyfriend before pressing a small kiss to the corner of Hokuto’s mouth.