Killian quickly finished his bowl, almost wanting to cry when there was nothing more to eat. He looked down at his noodle-free bowl before glancing over at Azra. His eyes glistened with, "Is there seconds?" 

Azra chuckled, thinking how adorable Killian grew by the second. "Are you asking for seconds?" Azra questioned. 

"Yes." Killian nodded. 

"Ah, too bad I only made enough for two. I also ate earlier and might not finish my noodles, but I can save it for later, right?" Azra smirked, showing that his bowl was still half-full. 

Glaring, Killian held himself back from pouting. 

See, stuff like this is why he cannot stand Azra. 

One time, at school, Azra took the last apple that Killian wanted. Azra doesn't even like apples! And when he tried nicely asking for it, Azra teased and rejected him with his smug smirk.

Or the other time, the school was selling his favorite dessert, and Azra took the last one before he could. And when he asked Azra for it because he knew the teen doesn't like sweets, he told him no. 

Killian complained that he (Azra) doesn't even like sweets when Azra replied with, "I don't. But seeing that you wanted this, I had to get it." 

Ugh! Azra makes him blow a fuse. 

Standing up, Killian decided not to argue about it, "Well, since I ate some food, I can finally continue my walk home." 

Before he could walk back to the front door, Azra grabbed his hand, stopping him. "You can have the rest of my noodles." 

"Oh, is this your excuse to get me to stay? Do you have something to say to me?" Killian teased this time. 

"Do you have something to say? You did come here after saying you wouldn't. Just admit you want me." 

Killian felt his eye twitch as he pulled his hand back. "I am leaving." 

"So, you don't want the rest of my food?" 

They stared each other down as an invisible spark went through their eyes as they had a silent fight with each other. Then, as two minutes passed, Killian sighed, sitting back down on the chair. 

He grabbed Azra's bowl and started eating it. Although, he inflated his cheeks, trying to ignore that he was defeated. 

Stupid alphas. Killian complained in his head. This is why I don't like them (which is a lie; he only dislikes one alpha). 

Azra laughed as he could see Killian's thoughts spilling out of him. "It's okay, little alpha; you will win (not) next time." 

Pointing his fork at Azra, Killian glared at him, "Stop with those silly nicknames. And I will win the next battle." 

"Hmm, the score is 54-0, but keep believing in yourself." 

"Azra, I will kick you in your balls and make you unable to continue your line." 

Okay, so Killian is already helping Azra continue his line. But, the teen doesn't need to know that. 

Azra leaned closer, his face barely an inch from Killian's, "Why don't you try?" He challenged. 

Two beats, then three passed before Killian looked away, stepping down from the challenge. "That makes 55," Azra commented. 

Killian ignored the comment. If he acts like it doesn't exist, then it doesn't. Instead, he quickly finished his food. Once he was done, Azra grabbed both the bowls, bringing them to the kitchen to wash. 

Following Azra, Killian said, "I can wash the dishes since you cooked." 

Turning on the water, Azra grabbed the dish soap as he started washing the dirty bowls. "Why should I let my lovely wife clean when I can do it myself? Aren't a doting husband?" 

Killian shuddered in disgust, "Is this a new way to torture me? At least let me dry them." He stood beside Azra, grabbing a towel to dry the dishes after Azra cleans them. 

"Okay. But, you will join me in my room later, right?" Azra responded. 

"No, I will leave right after." 

Okay, hear Killian out. 

He is finally home after leaving Azra's house two hours ago. He did not sleep with Azra. 

As Killian repeats, he did not sleep with Azra. Okay, repeat after him, Killian did not sleep wi—

"Little bro, what is that mark on your neck? Were you bit by a mosquito?" Killian quickly covered his neck, his voice going higher than necessary, "Yes!" 

His older sister looked at him like he was losing it. "If it is a love bite, there is nothing to be ashamed of." 

"But it isn't. It is a mosquito bite, okay." Killian became flustered as he continued to cover his neck. He did not sleep with Azra, okay. On his way home, a mosquito appeared and bit him. 

His older sister stared him down before saying with a deadpan tone, "I believe I see two more on your neck." 

"What? I told that idiot not to leave any more marks!" He stupidly blurted. Silence passed as Killian turned from flustered to a mortified expression. 

"I was playing." 

"Haha. Calling mosquitoes idiots is so silly, right?" 

He and his sister simultaneously spoke at the same time as the conversation took a turn downhill. She walked towards him, patting his shoulder as she sighed, "Use a cold compress if you want it to go away faster. If you need any concealer, I can loan you one of mine; our skin tones are close to each other." 

Then, she walked away. 

Killian stood there wondering when everything went wrong: when he appeared at Azra's house, or when he had se—cough, cough—not have sex with him, or even when he came home not checking if there was something on his neck? 

He covered his face, groaning before continuing his walk to his room. 

This time, Killian will ignore Azra and not fall deeper down the rabbit hole than he already was. 

He has bigger things to deal with than that idiot alpha (even though Azra is a part of the big thing he has to deal with). 

Sorry, if this is so weird and out of place. I started this story as a therapy/destress thing and will continue it like that. I am giving myself a break by writing this silly story.