Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 28. Home

The crystal blue eyes swept around the childish room. A second passed, then two, and three, and four. It took a moment before Misha stepped in. Once inside, he carefully closed the door behind him as if it was made of glass.

Misha previously slept in this bedroom for a few days, but at the time, his fever was acting up, and his vision was blurry. He never really took the time to observe the room, much less appreciate it. Until now, he hadn't felt like this bedroom was his.

The childish decor clashed with his grown-up mindset, making his mouth twitch a little. But Misha had to admit that it was still a hundred times better than the hospital room. At the very least, he didn't have any roommates who would mistake his bed for theirs and pee in it. The pungent stench of disinfectant also didn't fill the room. Instead, it had a familiar, warm smell that put him at ease.

After observing the bedroom for a while, Misha finally walked to the shelf near the window. Standing on his tip-toes, he stretched his arm to take a dinosaur toy in the upper part. It was a T-rex with a rough texture. The awful brownish-red color was peeling, revealing the beige plastic underneath the paint. At first glance, Misha could tell that the plastic was of low quality. Nevertheless, that cheap toy had been his treasure when he was young, and he couldn't help but smile while looking at the old-fashioned T-rex, stroking its head with his thumb.

A short while later, Misha turned around and whispered to himself, "It feels good to be home."

Toy in hand, Misha went to his bed before tossing the T-rex on the mattress. Now, if someone were to enter his room, he'd pretend to be playing with it. Misha had no idea what a kid of his age should be doing when left alone, but since dinosaur toys were scattered all over his bedroom, he guessed that he often played with them as a child. They must have been his favorite toys.

Misha sprawled onto the mattress, then anxiously crawled to the head of the bed. Tossing aside the pillows, he slid his hand between the wall and the bed base. Because there was a narrow space between the mattress and the head, it created a crack where things could fall to the floor and roll under the bed.

Just after transmigrating, his mother suddenly erupted into his room, and he had pushed the golden watch under the pillows to hide it. As they slept, the wristwatch fell into the crack. Because it was relatively big, it was stuck between the bed base and the wall. It didn't fall on the floor and didn't make a sound. Thus, it didn't disturb their sleep.

When Misha woke up the next day, he had forgotten about it, too happy to meet his sister again. After that, he had a fever for a long time, and he wasn't in the mood to think about the device and the mysteries it held.

The space was narrow, but Misha's hands were just small enough to pass. When his finger touched the cold metal, he heaved a sigh of relief. His mother hadn't noticed the watch when she made his bed and didn't take it; the mattress and the blanket hid the crack well. If Misha hadn't known there was something there, he wouldn't have found the watch.

Misha rapidly excavated the golden watch and sat on the bed, the time-travel device on his lap. He then proceeded to examine it from all angles, fiddling with the buttons and so on. But no matter what he did, nothing happened. As Santa Claus had said, Misha couldn't change its settings.

After a while, Misha couldn't help but let out a grunt, glaring at the uncooperative golden watch. However, he didn't sulk for long and soon regained his smile. He was delighted enough about his present situation and was only curious about the mysterious device, nothing more. Even if he couldn't figure out how to use it at will, it didn't matter.

But perhaps he could try to catch Santa Claus on Christmas and bombard him with questions. He had never been good at quelling his curiosity, after all. Until then, he had no other choice but to hide the watch and wait.