𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

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Life hacks – I'm sure have at least heard of them at least once or have seen them going around youtube, especially with 5-minute Crafts being one of the most famous channels on the said website – even with the hypocritical impracticality of ninety percent of its tips. Well, it could be that or I may be spending too much time watching youtube videos at the average of 15 hours per day, and life hacks aren't so known after all. In any case, the term Life hacks could be roughly explained as ways of doing things for lazy people, like you who's reading this story instead of being a productive human being.

Before we continue on to where the previous chapter had left off, allow me to share one of my own Life hacks I had grown to love and use quite a lot.

Upon hearing something I do not like, the initial response I could think of is feigning deafness. An example I believe would be the most relatable amongst personal experience would be when my mother would order me to do an errand. Of course, annoyed that I had been disrupted of my current activity – which is either lying in bed while regretting my choices in life, or laughing at memes and stupid youtube videos – I would pretend not to hear anything and leave my mother with a hoarse throat after shouting outside my bedroom door for who knows how long. The sole con of this certain act is that it usually ends with me being banned from my reason of living aka my laptop.

Now that our oddly irrelevant introduction to the previous chapter is over with, let us continue on with this dull, cliché, humdrum story. And, allow me to explain how our current preface for our current chapter relates to the current events in the story you are currently reading.

Without any further explanation needed, I was undoubtedly shocked by the words that had left the lips of the chestnut-haired boy – a twelve-year-old boy at that. Clearly, you wouldn't propose to someone you have just met; after all, I'm nothing but a stranger to this child. Perhaps Mizukai had been watching Disney fairytales and thought such could be implied in real life, but I doubt a television exists in this era much more Disney.

I could say that I somehow disliked the sudden proposal, since, like I had aforementioned, I do not take interest in children. Does this child even realize I'm too old for him?

"What?" I was sure that a dumbfounded look made its way to my face, jaw hanging agape with my eyes wide as saucers, like what it says in a lot of narrations. The response that had first come into my mind was to pretend I could not comprehend his words. After all, it was hard to take in.

"I'm asking for your hand in marriage, (Y/N)." Mizukai pressed, not releasing his vice grip on my wrist as I struggled to escape his hold. By the way his amber hues would shine with utmost sincerity, it was hard to assume he was currently joking. If I were with my best friend back at home, I couldn't even count the various string of profanities that would leave my lips in this type of situation – which usually starts with "dude, what the fuck?"

"Ha?" In this kind of situations, I would resort to pretending I didn't hear a single word the former had mentioned. So I did just that. I knew my choice of action would be deemed ineffective, but being the genius I am, I couldn't think of anything else.

Mizukai's thin lips opened slightly, about to repeat his previous words. I will have to say; I am quite relieved that he wasn't as forceful as most characters made out to play his kind of role. Normally, characters like him would be made to forcibly take the girl and stab anyone who gets in the way – you know, like almost every yandere there is. Instead, he patiently repeats his words, expecting me to finally agree to his terms after a number of reiterates.

Clearly, I would say a big, fat 'No'. But it was never too bad to play it safe. Who knows; I mean, all yanderes hide their ill-intentions in a cutesy, innocent façade.