Daily Life Of Dragon King In Another World

[Someone who socially awkward is going to talk…again… This is just plain stupid. Can someone just kill me now?]

I g.r.o.a.n.e.d and silently muttered those words. In the past, a certain someone asked me to describe myself with one word. It took a few seconds for me to talk before answering him. And I apparently describe myself as someone who socially awkward. I've been wondering whether socially awkward even a word. (Author: That's two words~) I was hoping I could survive without messing things up as I did in the café.

[Little Ryuga! Look at you! You are so big now that I could hardly recognize you]

Fubuki laughed and stroke my head, making my hair messier than it already was. I mulled over his lies for a moment. I should be easiest one to be identified considering the fact the only person with white hair in this family was me. My face slightly darkened while a vein popped on my forehead.

I sat together with my brothers, between Ryouhei and Ryouma at one of the round tables prepared outside. Today, while I was feeding my two cats with cat food, and Ryouhei who stayed with his phone almost 24/7 were suddenly told by my brother to dress up.

Wearing my usual attire, a black shirt, purple hoodie, simple black sweatpants with white stripes, purple slippers, and black mask covering my nose and my mouth, he brought us to meet one of his friends that I used to meet him when I was still a child, because my brother always brought me. I usually stay silent during their whole conversation, making myself invisible like I always did.

My brother had told us that he was involved in an accident. I felt a bit astounded. I felt that he was amazing because he actually didn't end up dying yet especially since he was hit by a truck. If fate allows him, maybe he will reincarnate in another world or something. I noticed that my brother brought us to an ice cream parlor. I'd never seen it before because I rarely walked here. I guess that it probably just recently built.

[So, how school going? Good?]

Fubuki asked me.

[O…kay, I guess?]

His question caused I to awkwardly answered him.

I secretly wished for him to stay further from me because he reeked of human smell. I wonder how I was able to stay with my friends knowing they were fully human. I grumbled.

I decided to cool off with some ice cream. Fubuki told us that he will treat us today although I repeatedly shook my head to refuse him. I complied with him in the end because he was looking at me with that pitiful eyes filled with hope. The brown one would be chocolate and the white one was definitely vanilla. We also have mint, butterscotch, coffee, miso, soy sauce, seaweed, wasabi, habanero and...and…

[…]

My head turned blank for a while. I have never seen an ice cream with so many weird flavours and it just gets weirder and weirder.

Shaking my head, I decided to buy the coffee one instead. Sitting on the chair, I looked at the ice cream that I've been holding. It seemed to be called coffee jelly because there were some dark jellies in it. I swallowed my throat and sighed, a tad bit relieved over the prospect of not eating the dessert with a strange flavor.

Is this what they call oddly satisfying? Why does saying oddly satisfying make me oddly satisfied?

While I was enjoying the desert, shoving the ice cream bit by bit into my mouth, my eyes seemed to occasionally pry on a guy with black hair, wearing a simple black t-shirt with a swirling Asian blue dragon picture and a pair of jeans that was buying ice cream at the counter.

I couldn't understand why he was here too. Couldn't he wear something else? Why does it have to be a dragon of all things?

Holding a cone of white ice cream, the black-haired youth turned around and accidentally saw me. I avoided him by looking at my desert. The black-haired youth widened his eyes in shock. He squeaked at the pain which flared in his throat as he yelled in joyous exclamation. He was elated.

[Yami Ryu! You were here too!]

Personally, I didn't like to meet anyone I know at all, especially if that someone was stubborn as him. He walked this way and greeted us. His black hair fell in a fringe across his forehead and his black eyes were extremely bright.

[Hello!]

[Ah! Tatsu-kun, come sit with us!]

Ryouhei grabbed his hand and gestured to sit on the empty seat beside him. Tatsuya laughed and decided to agree to his proposal. He pulled the chair, sat on it and finished off with a sigh.

[I never thought you would be here, Little Tatsu.]

With one hand holding a spoon and another one cupping his chin on the table, Ryouma asked.

[Well, I saw this place on TV and decide to come here. This is not my first time though hahahaha]

Tatsuya said with his stupid personality shine through, ultimately blinding me.

I wonder when you will die, Kurotatsu. You are too bright that your nickname doesn't match your personality at all.

[Even so, I still couldn't believe you were here, Yami Ryu.]

He blinked multiple times, then turned to me and said.

[Tch…Yeah]

I silently clicked my tongue in annoyance. I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. Since I was always surrounded by negative aura around me, I unknowingly received a nickname with 'dark' in it.

Tatsuya laughed again, and I definitely