There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"What is this?" Zein stared at the suitcases that came knocking in his room.

Reina did say she would send him the clothes she made in his image, but Zein never thought it would be this much. And not just that, she didn’t send it in package boxes, or even shopping bags. It was inside suitcases, in three different sizes.

If he had to use one word to describe her, it would be ’storm’. As if determined to annoy Bassena, she dragged Han Shin from his lab to follow them for their lunch, to which the healer agreed wholeheartedly. Zein ended up being dragged everywhere that day, including getting a haircut and experiencing the agony of accompanying a young woman shopping.

He was in a daze the entire time, getting pushed inside this circle of childhood friends that seemed too eager to welcome him in their midst. But it was better, he thought, than sitting around people who kept flinching at him because he had a scary vibe or whatever.

They didn’t let him go until after dinner, to the point he questioned if these people abused their power to skip work and have fun instead. He came back to his room with a bag full of snacks which the energetic couple poured on him.

Not that he minded.

But before he was done relishing his long-awaited alone time, someone knocked on his door, and now he was staring at the suitcases. He didn’t even have to open them to know what was inside, since the overly enthusiastic sender included a catalog that seemed to be personified for the guide, down to the combination he could wear.

Zein had no idea if he would really wear them, or if he had places to wear them to, but he sent a thank you message to Reina nonetheless. Either way, just like Bassena said, he lacked available clothes, since he came to this place without really planning to stay.

And he remembered what Abel said to him; that wearing more casual clothes would soften his impression, maybe made him look less like a grim reaper. He was also glad that Reina considered all of his answers and only sent him what he might like—those with long sleeves and calm, muted colors.

The best thing from the pile, however, was the sets of workout attires that he immediately fished out of the medium-sized suitcase. It wasn’t included in the catalog that Reina made, but she told him it was part of his uniform sets.

Of course—a combat guide would have a physical training regime after all.