will you marry me?
“So,” Reborn drawled, “you need to get married.”
Tsuna groaned and rubbed his horns. “I do not need to get married, Reborn. I need a secretary.” He gestured at the large stacks of paper covering his desk. There was just so much paperwork. Running the entire kingdom was on his shoulders.
No one warned him (especially Reborn) that becoming Demon King involved this much paperwork!
Or, perhaps, it was the incompetence of his father coming around to hit him again. Xanxus had threatened repeatedly to overthrow Iemitsu whenever he got fed up with Iemitsu’s incompetence. Eventually, he succeeded and then Tsuna’s cousin had the nerve to install TSUNA to the throne instead of taking it for himself properly!
“You should be thanking me, brat,” Xanxus said. “You’re supposed to kill the entire ruling family when a coup happens. I’m sparing your life.”
“Death would have been preferred,” Tsuna deadpanned. “Take responsibility and take half of the paperwork!”
Xanxus let loose a stark laugh. “Fuck no. That’s why I made you king.”
“You need an heir,” Reborn said.
“Tell Xanxus that’s his responsibility,” Tsuna hissed. “I am only the Demon King because of him. Do you really want Iemitsu’s genes to pass onto another generation?”
Reborn actually faltered.