There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)

"Here," Agni places a mug with steaming hot coffee in front of the kid--licensed esper.

It was the only mug he had, so he poured the rest of the coffee into his flask and drank it from there while sitting on the other chair. Ron grabbed the hot coffee and blew on it before sipping on it little by little and making a satisfied face right after. But then, he felt the amused gaze of the older man and immediately put on a stoic mask.

Smiling inwardly, Agni held out his hand toward the young esper. "Hive me your hands."

Ron was frowning at first, but when he saw Agni take out a key, he immediately shoved his shackled wrists toward the berserker. When he was finally free, he rubbed the reddened wrists which was no one’s fault but himself, glancing at the berserker.

"...thank you," Ron gripped the mug and mumbled behind it. Agni raised his brow in response, and the young scout glared at him again. "What?"

Still spiky. "Nothing," Agni smiled and drank his own coffee.

He usually gulped down the whole thing, since the temperature was nothing for him. But if he did so, then he had to sit there with an empty flask and confusion about how he should start talking to the kid, so this time, he drank it leisurely, giving the liquid enough time to awaken his nerves.

Ah, damn it. He should have gone with a tea.

Perhaps both of them had the same thought because none of them said anything for a while. Both just stared at random things while sipping their coffee once in a while, little by little, as if biding for time.

In the end, the bolder one spoke first. Ron raised his head when the coffee was halfway down his system, staring sharply at the berserker. "Now, answer me."

Look at this kid; people usually spoke cautiously to Agni, especially if they were only me for the first time. His berserker physique and rough facial features were an easy deterrent for people to act out, but this kid had been going at him fearlessly despite Agni’s ability to break him into two in a few seconds.