{ Ninety Fourth Day } Revenge: Squalo x Reader

You grinned deviously, rubbing your palms together as enigmatic as you can, walking to Squalo's room with the bowl of shark fin soup you 'specially' prepared for him.

Knock, knock.

"VOOIIIII!!! WHO'S THERE?!"

Typical, you thought. Slowly, you replied. "It's me, [Y/N]."

Without caring whether he agreed to your presence or not, you entered, setting the tray of aromatic food on the coffee table in front of him. He stared at you.

"What?" You answered with a deadpan expression. "Just eat it."

He frowned at it, taking a whole mouthful of the dish you made. It was absolutely foul tasting. God knows what you actually added in. Spitting and coughing the whole thing out, Squalo immediately made a run for the toilet.

Revenge was indeed sweet.