Hanazo: The Devil's Princess || Discontinued ❌

•Chapter 9: Husband Material•

Chapter 9:
Husband Material

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DAMN!

Can't i just forget what happened yesterday? And right now? I just don't want to remember it.

"Open the door Hana-chan."

Oh ya right my apartment...

I opened it I quickly sat down at the sofa, oh god what do i do? But my thoughts was interrupted when Hanzo lied down and his head is on my freaking lap!

P-Pillow L-Lap?!

"W-What are you d-doing?" Why the hell am I stuttering?

"I deserve this, so let me rest." He said.

"Can't you go home?!"

"Im too tired—"

Then he didn't spoke again, it was completely quiet.

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Not too soon he fell asleep, ara ara~ how cute...

Too be exact im combing his hair with my fingers, and i must say i have not seen his face this close... its nice to see every detail of his features.

Okay?the hell am i saying? Weird....

Imagining our position right now, we really look like a lovely couple...
Its so peaceful and quiet, and I can't help but to fall asleep as well.

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I tried my best to move without waking him up, it's already dinner time, so uh... I don't usually cook but I'll try i mean how hard could it be? I mean i just need to follow the instructions or recipes right?

Eh? So uh... how do you open a stove? Oh god! This is why i hate cooking! Like that stove thing scares me....

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After dozens of attempts i finally did it now, i putted all the things needed in the pan...

For some reason this isn't going so well, i mean its starting to have a thick smoke and smell... uhh what do i do? Do i uh...

(Author: No one really cares but i wanna share that i was Listening to BTS-FIRE while making dis lmfao FIREEEEEEEEE 🔥)

Then i heard Hanzo-kun screaming and panicking, what the —-

"FIRE?!" I heard.

What fire? Eh?

"HANA-CHAN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Eh? Why is he looking for me?

Anyways im figuring what to do right now...

"Hana-chan?!" I was startled by Hanzo.

But then he has a surprise and disappointed look at the same time...

Don't say it please.. don't ask..

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