"This virus is causing mayhem worldwide. Economic collapse... number of death... Stay inside, blah blah blah." (f/n) rolled her eyes as she shuts off the news. "It's saying the same thing every single day. We get it, its an infectious worldwide disease."

"I honestly wonder how Karma deals with your daily nonsense." Gakushu sighs.

"You should've read the fine print when you married me."

"no, I should've learned how to slay a demon." He retorted lying down on her lap.

"That's easy just breathe," she joked playfully.

It quite rare for Gakushu to be the one to initiate any act of affection, but apparently, if its something that can make even a junior high student blush like an idiot it's fine. So stuff like hugging and head pats are fine but kissing in public is off-limit especially hand-holding.

"So who's cooking dinner," Gakushu asked still lying on her lap.

"I'll do it." (f/n) hums, threading her fingers through his hair.

"Can you even call your cooking, food?" He questioned.

"Well duh. you eat it, I eat it. what else can you call it?"

"you literally throw the first thing you see into the pot." Gakushu grimaced remembering the chair leg that manages to get on his plate.

"Psh, If it doesn't kill you, your liver will do all the work." (f/n) chirped. "Besides anything tastes good if you add enough salt."

"That doesn't apply to everything!" He exclaims. "Say sorry to that unfortunate cake you made last week."

"Fine, then you can make us dessert from now on." 

"At this rate, I may as well cook all our meals." He facepalms.

"Oh that's would be a huge bummer." (f/n) said unapologetically.

"Can you sound any happier," Gakushu grumbles.

"I wonder whos head is on my lap right now." She reminded him. "It'll be so easy to-"

"I'm sorry please spare me." He quickly cuts her off not wanting to her very believable threats.

"Too late," She wagged her index in front of him. "You can't stop me now."

"I knew that's what you would say, so I've come prepared." He immediately got off her legs and fumbles through his pockets to reveal his ultimate weapon.

"No... this can't be." (f/n) gasped upon its radiant aura. Her ego will not allow her to bow to its might, but she can't look away. "How did you get your hands on such a world-class deadly weapon. The infamous Triple S-rated... Permanent marker."

"That's right, I ventured a grand journey across the vast concrete jungle filled with venomous entities, it was living hell. And within the depth of Mt. Dollar Store. (It was like two blocks) I got my hands on this... grand prize."

"You went outside!!! Without telling me." She dramatically gasped and dropped her pathetic, peasant water-based marker that dwarfed in comparison to the almighty god-tier pillar. (lol)

"No it's not over," She said shakily standing up. "you may have the superior, 5-star legendary Gatcha draw. But I haven't lost yet."

"Oh?" He mocks. "and what basis is your confidence stemming from."

"What? you didn't know." (f/n) smirks. "In an anime, the underdog always wins in the end."

"Then come at me."

~They both fought admirably, to see who can draw more on the other's face.~

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Meanwhile in heaven (or hell who knows)

Child Reaper: What are you doing, Korosensei?

Korosensei: Rethinking my teaching strategy...

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Editor: What the hell did you two create.

Author and director: ...

Editor: that 'get along' t-shirt worked way too well

Author and director: ...

Editor: I can't believe I'm saying this but... its too good not to publish

Author and director high-fiving in the background.

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