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It was another sunny afternoon at the Mankai dorms. Omi was preparing lunch, Itaru and Banri were playing games in the living room, Hisoka had fallen asleep on the couch, everything was normal.
You opened the door and walked in, holding bags of groceries. "Hey, guys!" you said with a smile. Soon, two people came up to you, it was Citron and Muku.
"Do not fret, (Y/N)," Citron spoke as he took the bags you were holding, "I will carry these for you."
"Oh, thank you, Citron!" you pointed to the kitchen as you took off your shoes. "I went on a grocery run for Omi, so you can place the bags over there."
Citron nodded and swiftly headed to the kitchen to hand over the bags, he even helped Omi with sorting out the contents of them.
Muku stared at the scene in admiration. "Isn't he so princely?"
You turned your head to the impressed Muku. "Princely?" you echoed.
Muku seemed startled at the sound of your voice as he lowers his to a whisper. "Y-Yeah, um, don't tell anyone I told you this…" he trailed off, checking to see if anyone was listening, "but Sir Citron is a prince from a foriegn country!"
Soon a mix of doubt and confusion could be seen in your expression. Sure, the part that he's foriegn is obvious. But, him being a prince? You let out a small chuckle. "Muku, I think Citron's just messing with you."
Muku pouted. "He really is a prince! He told me himself!"
"Sure, I never knew that though." your words were white lies paired with a soft tone, wanting to not crush this little boy's dreams.
"Well, that's because it's a secret! Sir Citron doesn't want anyone to know."
Before you could ask why, Omi approached you. "Sorry, (Y/N), but I forgot to add some things on the list…" he seemed disappointed in himself.
"It's fine! I can make another trip." you started to put your shoes back on.
"No, I'll have someone else do it." Omi opposed. "You must be tired, I don't want to put you through any unnecessary trips."
You shake your head. "Like I said, it's fine. I forgot some stuff I wanted to get anyway."
Omi sighed and gave you a shopping list, thankfully it was shorter than the last one. "Here you go then, and please avoid staying out too late."
You took a second to look through the list and nodded. As soon as you were going to open the door…
"Wait, (Y/N)!" Citron quickly walked towards you. "I will accompany you!"
You were about to refuse, but saw Omi nodding approvingly. "Okay, then. I'm probably going to need help carrying bags."
Citron seemed to light up with joy as the two of you exited the dorms and made your way to the shopping center. You look to the man beside you and remember what Muku said. It sounded ridiculous, but you felt you should ask regardless.
"Hey, Citron, were you a prince?"
His eyes widened as he turned to face you. "Where did you hear that?" he seemed oddly serious.
"Uh… Muku told me." you were slightly concerned by Citron's change of tone.
"I see…" Citron fell silent for a few minutes, then a smile creeped onto his face. "Yes, that is true!"
Okay, you had no idea what was going on at this point. Why the sudden change of tone? You decide to pay that no mind and sighed. "Really?"
"Do you doubt me, my princess?" Citron looked visibly upset.
"'My princess'?" you were now just confused.
Citron took note of this and nodded. "I see you still don't believe me…" he turned his head to you. "Then I will prove to you my priceless!"
"You mean princeliness?" you pointed out as Citron did a mini bow.
"Yes, that, thank you," he looked up to meet your gaze, "milady."
A small touch of red reaches your cheeks as you turn away. "W-Well, looks like we're here." you stuttered while gesturing to the grocery store.
Citron chuckled. "Don't tell me you're flustered, (Y/N)!" he teased before reaching for your hand and guiding you inside.
Your face was flushed from embarrassment as shoppers walked past, mistaking you two as a couple. As Citron seemed happy with this, your face was as red as the tomatoes on sale.
You quickly retrieved the items on Omi's list as well as the items you forgot on your previous trip. The whole time, Citron insisted on carrying the basket for you and kept asking if you found everything you needed. He even offered to pay at the check out.
You have to admit, he was acting both charming and princely.
Once outside, Citron takes most of the bags out of your hands, not wanting you to handle the load on your own. None of the bags were that heavy, so you found no harm in letting him carry them.
Citron then gazes at you. "(Y/N)? Are you alright?" his gaze became more intense. "Your face is very red."
Your eyes widened as you remembered how embarrassed you were earlier. You sighed, annoyed to have it still show on your face.
Suddenly, the back of Citron's free hand caresses your forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever…" he mumbled.
Nevermind, you weren't annoyed anymore, you were absolutely flustered. "S-So, that's what this is about…" you nervously laughed.
Citron withdrew his hand yet his eyes were still filled with concern. "Of course it is! It would worry me so if you got stick-"
"Sick."
"Right." Citron cleared his throat. "It would really worry me if you got sick!" as the two of you continued walking, he smiled softly. "I wouldn't mind nursing you back to health, though."
You turn to him. "Really? You would do that for me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Citron stared at you. "You are our lovely director! Not only that, you are very precious to me."
You blushed again as you struggled to keep eye contact with him. "Th-Thank you, Citron."
He put down the bags he was carrying, got on one knee, and kissed your hand.
"No need to mention it, (Y/N)."