hi again! a big thank u to all the readers and esp. the reviewers of my previous two ficcies!
hope u like this little drabble like piece!
Disclaimer: kkm is not mine.
On with the story.
' It's hard not to like Wolfram. '
Yuuri chuckled as he intentionally pulled the cute human girl before him, no more than six years of age, into a nice embrace and proceeded to lightly peck her on the forehead as an appreciative gesture for the lovely flowers the little tyke had handpicked just for him, all in front of a smoldering fiancé.
" YUURI. " Wolfram let out a low growl, ominously unsheathing his sword.
" Take it easy, Wolf! She is just a little kid! " Yuuri had to do everything in his power to keep from bursting into peals of laughter. He could practically see tiny sparks of the fire craft emitting from the blond Mazoku's fingers.
" You. Are. So. Dead. " With a war cry, the young prince tackled the maou to the ground, where he continued to tickle the hell out of him.
Soon the two boys were rolling on the grass, laughing, hands all over each other, cheeks flushed, not quite remembering why they were there in the first place.
And one thing Yuuri knew well.
' It was hard not to like Wolfram. But it was fun not to tell that to him. '
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