“Still upset with me?”

he drawled, slow and deliberate, that lazy cadence he always carried. His sharp, downturned eyes lingered on his wife's profile, drinking in the expression he knew all too well—frustration, tinged with exasperation.

He gave the faintest lazy grin he always had.

“Or… am I imagining it?”

Believe it or not, Kizaru had a wife. Hard to imagine, given how facetious and impossibly easygoing he could be—so easygoing it could drive anyone mad. And right now, he was feeling the consequences.

Yes… his wife was, at this very moment, thoroughly annoyed with him.