Imagine your boyfriend Kusuo giving you a bite his coffee for a killing a roach. Just a bite though. Cuz.. yeah.
— ‘Kusuo speaking through telepathy.’
— “You speaking out loud.”
— ‘Y/N.’
You stretch, groggily opening your eyes as you see him.
— “W-what is it Kusuo? Why are you in my house?”
He stood above you on the bedroom floor, looking down on you as you lay on your bed. It was so early in the morning the sky was still an indigo blue.
— ‘There’s a cockroach in my kitchen.’
— “..So?.”
— ‘End it’s disgusting life.’
You pause.
— “You woke me up at-”
You sit up, checking your bed stand for the time on your alarm clock.
— “5:47AM. For a cockroach.”
— “Absolutely.”
You look up him in annoyance, an unamused expression on your face.
— “Fine but your tele-”
Before you could even finish your sentence, the two of you were in the living-room. Directly beside the scene of the crime.
You land smack down on the floor on your butt. Kusuo is standing on the couch, perfectly fine.
— “Ow!- Kusuo! You couldn’t have-”
— “Kill it.”
— “You threw me on the floor!”
— “Just kill it.”
You stand up, groaning as you look around. You finally spot the roach crawling on the floor.
As you walk over to it, Kusuo gazing in fear as you pick it up. You walk over to the kitchen window, tossing it outside.
— ‘You’re royalty in my eyes.’
— “Where’s my thank you?”
— ‘You aren’t getting a kiss after you’ve touched that evil beast.’
— “Wow, rude.”
Kusuo walks over to the fridge, opening it before cracking open a coffee jelly, taking a spoon from the drawer, and opening the coffee jelly.
He takes a bite blissfully as you step over to the sink, washing your hands as you roll your eyes.
Kusuo steps over when you dry them, tapping you on the shoulder.
— “What?”
— ‘Eat it.’
— “Eat what?”
You look over your shoulder in confusion, only to see him holding the spoon in front of your face. With a piece of coffee jelly on it.
— “Your coffee jelly?”
— ‘Yes.’
— “Is a trap?”
— ‘Just eat it before I change my mind!’
— “Alright! Alright, sassy saiki.”
— “Don’t ever call me that again.”
He tells you as you turn around, taking the bite from the spoon.
— “Thank you ku. … Do I-”
— ‘You still aren’t getting that kiss.’
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I want that kiss.
