Sweet Devil [BL]

Chapter 10. Naughty Kid

The morning alarm rang in the room and slowly woke up everyone except Gabriel. The teenager still slept like a baby, seemingly undisturbed by the noise. In the eyes of the three girls, Misha also seemed adamant about leaving dreamland. However, he was only pretending to be asleep, regulating his breathing and keeping his eyes shut.

"Hn," Gabriel eventually muttered after Masha pushed his shoulders. Then he buried his face in the pillow and grunted something akin to: "Five more minutes."

Masha responded by letting out a helpless sigh, a little amused by this unexpected side of the teenager. Gabriel maintained a serious and mature image all day long, no matter where he was. But surprisingly, he was not a morning person, acting like a child when the time to wake up came. The contrast made Masha's heart soften a little.

Unlike his sister, Misha wasn't touched by the "moe gap" and felt his blood boil instead. 'Don't laugh! Seriously, don't! Waking up that jerk has always been an ordeal, ya' know?!' Misha complained in his heart, almost shedding a few tears at the thought.

He was reminded of all those times he had to wake up Gabriel. Occasionally, even screaming directly into his ears did not work out, and jumping on his stomach resulted in the teenager turning around and slapping him off like one would with a fly. Sure, Misha was small, but not that small.

Goodness, waking up someone should be an easy task, not torture!

On the bright side, it had always been an excellent excuse to pour a bucket of cold water on Gabriel's face—although that little prank had also always earned him a good scolding. Even if the couch was old and made of leather, it wasn't a reason to drench it! Masha wanted to keep it in an acceptable condition as long as possible since money was scarce, and water wasn't exactly its best friend. If the little devil felt like pouring water on her boyfriend's face, he should do it when the guy was sleeping on a wooden chair or the floor, not on the couch!

Thankfully, it seemed like Gabriel's lousy habit wasn't too bad for the time being, and the alarm clock was enough to disturb his sleep in the long run. No need for a bucket of cold water.

Discreetly, Misha couldn't help but smirk. There was now something he was looking forward to, and instead of using cold water, a bucket of icy water seemed more appropriate. If his memories served him well, Gabriel should spend most of his summer with his family, meaning that it'd give Misha a few occasions to snatch him from his dreams. And he planned to do so in the most horrible ways possible.

In the end, his brain wasn't completely useless, and that idea was practicable at last. Honestly, he couldn't wait to put it into practice! He could already imagine Gabriel's shocked face, and anticipation was building up in his stomach. Just you wait! Hehe.

While Misha's mind was distracted, his mother walked up to the bed with soundless footsteps. When her cold hand gently touched his forehead, Misha flinched. His heartbeat increased tenfold until he heard her gentle voice and realized whose hand it was. It was just his mother's, nothing to make a fuss over.

"It seems like his fever went down."

Masha heaved a sigh of relief at these words and murmured, "Thank God! He gave me a real scare yesterday."

"With the hot temperature from the past few days, it's not surprising that his body couldn't hold up," Camille commented. "Your little diva not complaining and obediently following us around is a lot more surprising."

"Who are you calling a diva?!"

"Your brother, of course! Who else?"

"I'm the only one who can call him a diva, hmph."