"It wasn't really a food coloring." Hitoshi stated truthfully, gaze not leaving Denki. His statement was odd, causing the blond man to question what that had meant. "What's in it then?" And how the fuck did Midoriya make it taste better? Denki thought. Hitoshi hummed in thought, time ticking away slowly as Denki awaited his answer. He sure seemed quite happy to take his time. "Well, I just used some softened butter, vanilla, milk, powdered sugar, and..." Hitoshi dragged on, thinking though Denki could tell he already knew. "Blood." He finished. Or, Denki's husband is not who he seemed.All Rights Reserved
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