The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 909

Chapter 909: Radioactive Proximity

Something shifted in Luca’s chest as he listened. Maybe it was the words. Maybe it was the way Xavier looked at him when he spoke. But for a moment, the little chipmunk, who had read a few more things here and there recently, thought he finally understood what people meant when they said that particular love language was how one naturally showed love, and how one wished to be loved in return.

Like a reflection, people often tried to love others in the first way they themselves understood love.

Luca had always felt secure after marrying his husband.

Because Xavier loved him this way.

Actually, he loved him in all ways possible. If there were bases to cover, his husband had likely touched on all of them. But now that Luca thought about it more carefully, they all somehow pointed to the same thing in the end. More accurately, it translated into something that felt extremely constant.

An overwhelming sense of security.

An unshakable reassurance.

Before Xavier ever said the words, he showed him through action. And now, every time he said he loved him, it felt less like something new and more like a confirmation of what Luca already felt every single day.

And what a wonderful feeling that was.

So perhaps, this was also the way Xavier wanted to be loved.

How lovely could his husband be?

A person this lovely ought to receive everything in the world.

So, as one could imagine, Luca didn’t hesitate.

He nodded firmly, golden eyes bright with resolve. Of course, he would agree. Of course, he would do his best to reassure Xavier, just as his husband so rarely ever made him worry.

But before anything else, he needed to apologize.

"I’m sorry," Luca said earnestly, hands tightening slightly where they rested. "I didn’t mean to worry you. Or anyone."

His voice was soft but sincere. "I didn’t really think about how strange it must have looked. Or how sudden it felt from the perspective of someone else."

Placing himself in his husband’s shoes, Luca realized it probably felt unnerving. While it had been his reality for who knows how long, he couldn’t possibly expect everyone else to understand right away.

It was a disconnect he needed to work with and a gap he needed to bridge.

For someone who had spent most of his life alone, relying only on himself, factoring in the reactions of loved ones in particular didn’t come naturally. That had never been his reality before coming here. Most of it entailed figuring out who would swing and when they would swing at him. He wouldn’t have thought about them worrying about whether he lived or died, so such a thing hadn’t really been natural. At least until recently, when he developed an instinct to keep everyone safe.

So how could he forget that others may want to do the same for him, especially now that there were people who deeply cared about him?

Clearly, this was his reality now.

"I’ll tell you next time," Luca promised quietly. "When I go somewhere unfamiliar. Or when I do something sudden. I’ll keep you posted when I can."

When possible, he would do it. He couldn’t particularly promise to get it right all the time because, like earlier, who would have known his consciousness would once again detach after a good while?

Even he didn’t expect such a thing to happen. But when possible, he’d try to find a way.

He lifted his head, determination clear in his golden eyes. "I want to do better."

Xavier exhaled slowly, tension finally easing from his shoulders. He leaned down slightly and murmured, "Thank you."

Then, even more quietly, he added, "And this way, you’ll most definitely get what you want to get."

Luca blinked. "Huh?"

"That’s the benefit of telling me," Xavier said, his voice low and fond. "Wouldn’t we be able to think of more ways to do things together? Faster, more efficiently, and maybe even with discounts?"

The words rang like a jackpot.

Luca gasped, utterly delighted and completely undone by the implication.

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