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Option 2: Imprisonment
Seri felt her lips parting slightly. She never would have thought that she would ever see a sight in front of her like that – her king standing in front of the cooker of the kitchen in their base, cooking stew.
"Um, sir? I know that it has nothing to do with me, but would you be so kind and tell me what are you doing?" She asked politely. She knew that her voice was shaking, but she still was under the influence of shock.
"Ah, Awashima-kun" Reisi greeted her with a little surprise in his voice, however he returned his formal voice within seconds, "as you can see, I am cooking for our guest."
Yes, she saw that indeed. The fact which was strange was the cooking. They usually gave him frozen-pack ramen which they heat up in the microwave. By the way, why the king himself was the one who cooked? As if he read her thoughts, Reisi answered her question.
"In Scepter 4, everyone has a reason to hate Homra. Right now Fushimi-kun, who usually cooks his food, is away because of the investigation. I can not risk the red king being killed by one of our hot-headed men."
Deep in her heart, Seri knew that it was not the only reason. She sighed, turning away to hide her pained expression. She was a hundred percent aware of her crush on her king – just like of the fact that it would never be required.
Reisi found his rival asleep, just like last time he had visited him. He put the tray down to the ground and stepped to the bed. He grabbed the other by his hair and slammed his head into the wall. Confused brown eyes looked at him, but after a few seconds that well known smirk appeared.
"Look who is here," Mikoto mumbled drowsily. "Did your schedule give you time to visit me? How kind of it~"
"Stop being sarcastic, Suoh," Reisi said, sitting down on the bed. He lifted the tray into his lap and looked back at the other male. "It is time for your lunch."
Mikoto looked at the tray, to the chuffs on his wrists, then back at his rival. His eyes narrowed when a really uncomfortable thought popped up in his head.
"You have to be kidding me," he said on a low voice. "Where is that fucking tranquilizer Saruhiko always shots in me before meals?"
"We ran out of it and I can not risk you going into berserk as soon as I took those chuffs down," Reisi said matter of factly as he sank the spoon into the food.
Sulking, but Mikoto had to admit that the other was right. If the situation was reserved he would not take down the chuffs as well. So with his eyebrows twitching, he opened his mouth and let the spoon slid in between his lips. After swallowing the bite, he titled his head back with closed eyes.
"Your cooking improved since high school," he said, then a huge grin appeared on his face. "You would definitely become a good wife someday."