YOUR NASTY CUTENESS | (ENG) Kakegurui Fanfic [Mary Saotome x Ryota Suzui]

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The sleepy boy

Setagaya District
Noragawa Family Village
|  21:45 p.m.

He had fallen asleep. That trip plus the walk to his grandmother's house had been torturous.
The pain in his swollen temple is not that it would have helped him, rather later than he never managed to get to that old farm.
He didn't pay much attention before entering, but he was sure that his cousin had opened the door for him and asked him a couple of questions, to which he simply replied with a "yeah... sorry... I'm a bit sleepy...".

   He did not have a specific bedroom, but he fell down exhausted in the first one in the corridor –which, fortunately for him, was disused– and from there, all he had done was sleep.

   Well, not all good things last forever.

   The unsuspecting change from peace to full anxiety was so abrupt that Suzui fell off the bed the instant he felt the hot water clusyer fall on his face.
Already on the floor and stunned by what was happening, he rubbed his eyes and could hear a muffled voice murmuring in front of him.

   "Grandma! Don't you see that his face is hurted!"

   "He deserved it! What an inconsiderate boy! Arriving at his grandmother's house without sayING hello and with his face like that from being in fights!" Her cumbersome and senile voice from made presence.  Is that why you go to such an expensive academy, Ryota?  To look for fights?"

   The light from the ceiling began to irritate his eyes, so he complained, he covered them with his wet hand.

   "Uh ... Grandma Aiku ..." he paused as he tried to get up. "Okahami ..."

   "My Gosh, Ryota ...!" The one with the youngest voice took a few steps closer to the boy and helped him up from the ground.  She took him by the face.  "Grandma, we must cure this. It doesn't look good."

   Regaining his vision, Suzui could see how his grandmother -a woman of medium height and in traditional dress- slowly approached with her cane guiding her and, in her opposite hand, the metal bucket that she had previously held. Emptied into her grandson.
Imitating the girl, the old woman approached Ryota's confused face.

   "You have purple from the temple to almost the middle of your cheek.  Surely you must have pissed off someone at the academy.  Although for being Hyakkāou, I am surprised that those daddy children know how to hit well." She scoffed haughtily.  At that, she took the dizzy brunette by her arm and pulled him with her. "Okahami, join me. In the bathroom I have the medicine cabinet."

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|  22:10 p.m.

The three of them were sitting at that traditional little table. Few dishes served, but enough to satisfy them.

   Suzui had regained his strength and was hungrier than ever. Without exaggeration, whatever his cousin had placed on the table for him had devoured her with such eagerness that he seemed as if it was the last of what he was going to stock up on.

   "Is this how the kids eat in Hyakkāou? How disgusting ..." joked her old grandmother watching him gobble down a couple of onigiris. "If you continue like this, you will soon be able to add your stomach to the list of things you should see how you relieve."

   "I'm sorry..." he said after passing the rice. "I haven't eaten anything since the Academy. Also the subway is not that close, obā-san."

   "Well, if you're hungry that indicates you're feeling better" his cousin whispered at his side -a girl with dark hair, collected and braided down to her back, with greenish eyes and considerable stature, although she was no taller than him. "But still, how did you do that to your face? It looks... well... very bad."