On the Precipice

"What are you wearing today" he asked. I tilted my head before lowering the book to look at him. I glanced down at my clothes, a grey sweater and black slacks. Modest and professional. "What do you mean?" I was confused. "What are you wearing underneath those dull clothes of yours" he spoke each word distinctly. As if the question was perfectly normal. DARK Fic. AU Tomione.