Finally, Sora Mikan couldn’t take it anymore. As his boyfriend of ten months unlocked and entered their apartment, he casually called out, “Riku, are you cheating on me?”
Riku Tsumetai froze, not expecting Sora to still be awake, and then relaxed. “Hello, to you to, Sor,” he said sardonically, loud enough for the other to hear. He made his way to their bedroom, closing the door behind himself.
In the kitchen where he was slicing an apple, Sora smiled to himself, shaking his head with regret. Quickly opening and closing a drawer, he rounded the corner and opened the door to their bedroom without as much as a warning knock. The silver-haired male was in the act of pulling off his T-shirt, but stopped at the sight of his boyfriend. “Sora—”
“I asked you,” cut in Sora icily, cerulean eyes flashing, “a question. Are you cheating on me?”
Riku sighed. “Sora, of course not. I love you. I would never—”
“It’s four o’ clock in the ******** morning, Riku,” spat Sora in a low voice. “Six hours ago you said you’d be going out for a little while. Six hours is
not a little while.” He waited for the excuses.
Riku mentally cringed. He hadn’t been as careful this time; he’d forgotten to call and let Sora know he’d be home late. Maybe it was time to just come clean, and hope for the best. “Sora, I’m sorry. I forgot to call you,” he said. “I really just forgot.”
Sora sighed and briefly looked to the side before bringing up a gun to point at Riku’s face. “Look,” Sora said amicably, “I’m not playing games here. I’d really hate to do this to you. Honest. I like you. A lot.”
He leaned in and gave Riku a small kiss to prove his point. “But,” he continued, “I can’t tolerate unfaithfulness. I don’t care if you want to lie to me about every other thing on the face of the Earth, but lie to me about cheating, and I will kill you.” He narrowed his eyes in warning.
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