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Shinigami glided in the air, ignoring her master's cries of stress, crossed her arms, waiting for the airhead known as Fubuki to notice her. Shinigami sniffed the air, her nose twitching at the scent of another omega, sitting closely to Fubuki. The death god tugged on Fubuki's braid, the other swirling around, pouting at her.
“Hey!”
Shinigami leans closer, rubbing her cheeks against the clueless alpha, eyeing the shrimp pervert detective, as he watches them curiously.
“Princess, you should have said something.” Sighs Desuhiko, moving to where Halara sat.
Fubuki blinked at the omega, tapping her chin. “Have I forgotten something? Did I leave the shower on this morning?”
“Huh, no! You never said you were spoken for!!” Claims Desuhiko, pointing at Shinigami cradling her face, looking smug.
“Well, they did get along quite well. Shinigami and Fubuki became friends early on.”
“What?? So I already missed my chance?! Damnit!!” Cries Desuhiko falling on his knees, gripping his hair in despair.
“You had no chance at all. Anyone with eyes could tell they are close.” States Halara, continuing to read their novel.
“Hey, be more considerate!”
Vivia sighed, leaving the fireplace sluggishly. “I wanna die someday…”
Shinigami giggled, hopping over the couch, landing on Fubuki's lap.
“Oh! Do you want me to play horsie with you?” Asks Fubuki, smiling.
Shinigami smirked, letting out a bit of her scent, purred. “Only if I'm on top, sheltered skank~”
“If you guys are going to be intimate, at least try to be subtle about it.” Complains Desuhiko.
“Silly Desuhiko, I am merely imitating a horse for her! It'll be rude to deny an omega's request.”
“Desuhiko, let's visit Kurumi.” Says Yuma, nodding to Shinigami, tugging Desuhiko.
“Wha, why?! I wanna practice my music,man!” Whines Desuhiko.
“Kurumi has friends that are willing to hear the debut song you are working on.”
“Oho, I knew I made a great impression on the ladies~”
“We're heading out!” Yuma followed Desuhiko, who ran out the door chatting quickly over the songs he wanted to play.
Yakou waved them goodbye, focusing back on his paperwork.
Vivia ignored the pair on the couch, picking up Yakou by his waist, carrying the man over his shoulder toward his room without another word. Yakou protests loudly, trying to gain the sleepy detective's attention.
“Oh! I forgot something. Shinigami please move yourself, I need to grab my leftovers from the hotel.”
“Jeez, is this how you treat your lady?”
“My..lady? I was planning on sharing! It's more enjoyable to eat with friends.”
Shinigami scoffs, punching Fubuki's cheek. “Stop being useless and carry me!”
“Ah, apologizes. I shall!” Fubuki held Shinigami by her waist, her arms cradling her legs, carrying her toward the fridge with ease.
“Fubuki! Are you eating my leftovers again?” Exclaims Yakou, struggling in Vivia's arms tightly wrapped around him.
Fubuki hummed, eyeing the two on the bed, and gave Shinigami the plate, clapping her hands excitedly. “Hm? I was feeling hungry. So I helped myself. It seems I mistaken your food for mine.”
Yakou groaned in despair, hiding his face into Vivia's shoulder, grumbling.
“There, there.” Says Vivia, patting Yakou on his back.
“That's not helping!!”
“Heat these up, I don't want to be around when they go at it like rabbits.” Snarks Shinigami.
“Okay!”
Fubuki heated up the fried rice, grabbed the plate, headed to the couch, scooped up the food, and tapped Shinigami's lips with the spoon. Shinigami's face was light pink, opening her mouth, eating from the spoon, chewing quietly, as Fubuki fed her.
“...Thanks.” Murmurs Shinigami, chewing.
“You're the most welcome,beloved!’
Shinigami choked on her food.