The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1208

Chapter 1208: Quite Literally

Apparently, Jax had just spread a sleeping mat on the floor just a few steps beside the bed.

The two of them stared at each other as though one of them had clearly misunderstood the situation.

Jax, whose hands had just released the pillows onto the mat, looked up innocently.

"Did I grab the wrong one?" he asked. "If I did, I’ll go and switch it out."

"No."

Killian pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I’m asking why you’re putting something like that on the floor in the first place."

The poor redhead looked confused.

"Uh... so I can sleep?"

"You’re sleeping on the floor when there’s a perfectly functional bed right there?"

Somewhere along the conversation, the Killian who had spent the past several minutes overthinking every word that came out of his mouth had completely disappeared.

The embarrassment was gone.

In its place stood a man looking at Jax as though he’d suddenly grown a second head. This was the rational Killian who had spent years taking care of a whole pack of idiots and had heard enough.

Realization finally dawned on the redhead.

A sheepish grin spread across his face.

"I figured you’d be uncomfortable if I suddenly took over your bed after showing up unannounced, so I thought it’d be better if I slept down here."

Killian stared at him for a long moment.

"Well, you sleeping on the floor after everything that happened today would make me uncomfortable."

He folded his arms.

"And do you honestly think sleeping down there is somehow going to make any difference after everything that’s already happened?"

There. He’d finally said it.

They still hadn’t actually unpacked what had happened back at the lounge, and frankly, he was well aware that it was probably the reason he was so jumpy that he looked as though he’d been electrocuted. But even if they hadn’t sat down and talked about it yet... that didn’t really change what had already happened, did it?

The young official jerked his head toward the bed.

"Get your ass over here."

Honestly.

It was as though that rascal had made it his life’s mission to raise Killian’s blood pressure at the most unreasonable hours.

Unfortunately...

The instant Jax’s face lit up like a festival lantern, Killian Nox, eldest son of the prestigious House Nox, should’ve realized he’d made a terrible mistake.

No matter how pitiful they looked.

No matter how adorable they seemed while wagging their tails.

There were simply some pups you never called over unless you were fully prepared for what came afterward.

Because somewhere between taking those few innocent steps forward and stopping in front of him, that harmless puppy had somehow transformed into an absolute beast, now looming over the gawking idiot that was Killian.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jax reached for the hem of his hoodie. He slowly pulled it over his head, completely at ease, before running a hand through the slightly mussed strands of his hair. The hoodie disappeared into a space button with one practiced motion.

Killian was certain it was the very same piece of clothing Jax had been wearing when he’d arrived.

And yet, somehow, it no longer felt as though he’d simply put away a hoodie. It felt more like he’d quietly tucked away an entire personality before casually closing the distance between them.

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