Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 116. See You

Seconds went by, and then Misha suddenly froze, his whole body gradually becoming stiff. Tell him, what was he supposed to do now? He had acted on instinct, momentarily forgetting his fear of touch, but sure enough, his stomach soon started to churn, reminding him that he wasn't fond of hugging others.

If the one cradled in his arms wasn't his mother, Masha or Gabriel, it simply didn't feel right, and it put him ill at ease. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't stand it.

Thankfully, Tristan was just a little kid, and therefore, hugging him didn't feel disgusting, much less scary, although having the boy pressed against his chest did make Misha feel slightly uncomfortable. For better or worse, panic only crept up on him when the other person was taller and larger than him, making his trauma act up—which was why this little problem of his wasn't that bothersome once he reached adulthood, considering that he grew up to be quite tall. Not many could tower him.

After taking a deep breath, Misha finally let go of Tristan. He averted his eyes and cleared his throat, then mumbled, "Anyway, if Gabriel ever dares to leave you behind, I'm gonna go find him and grab him by the scruff of his neck and scold him to death and drag his sorry ass back and... Well, what I'm trying to say is that you really have nothing to worry about. You can count on me! So, just don't be too bothered by those dreams, ok? They won't ever come true."

Tristan's eyes grew wider, surprise filling his small, round face. Since their first meeting, he had always thought that Misha didn't like him much and just put up with him like most adults. Yet, it didn't seem to be quite the case now...?

Not moving an inch, Tristan stared blankly at the boy sitting across from him. But soon enough, he regained his composure and suddenly smiled, his eyes curving into crescent moons. He then let out a childish giggle, the kind that warmed the heart.

"Ok, I'll believe you."

"Good, good," Misha nodded before scratching his cheek with his index finger, seemingly wondering what to add next. Eventually, he said, "How about finishing your castle? We still have a bit of time on our hands."

"Ok!" the boy laughed happily. "Will you help me?"

"All right."

That being said, Misha turned around to rummage through the toy box, organizing the Lego blocks before taking one and handing it to Tristan, becoming akin to his little assistant; the child told him what he needed, and he proceeded to find it in the box. In this way, they slowly built a magnificent castle, its fortification tall enough to reach their waists.

Truthfully, it was a wonder how Tristan managed to create turrets, towers, and windows at regular intervals in the wall, or even roofs that were somehow pointed. If Misha hadn't known better, he'd have thought that the Lego castle before his eyes had been built by an architect student in a moment of boredom.

...Fine, he was exaggerating a little, but not by much.

"You're so good at this," Misha praised, amazement filling his voice. "It's one hell of a majestic castle!"

"Not really? It's just that I often play with Lego at home. Before Gabriel started to play with me, I built all kinds of things with Lego every day. I had nothing else to do," Tristan shrugged with flustered cheeks, feeling shy after being complimented. "It's nothing much."

"Nothing much?! I could never build something as awesome as this! Even with instructions! Believe me when I say that you're talented. Dude, I'm in awe!"

"Really?"

As Misha was about to nod, Gabriel knocked on the window wall to draw their attention, indicating that dinner was ready with a tilt of his head. Thus, they left the playground and joined the others at the table. However, Tristan didn't immediately sit in his seat and tugged on Gabriel's sleeve instead.