When Kusanagi, stifling a yawn, set foot in his bar, there was already someone inside. That someone was Kushina Anna, the current Red King, freeloading off Bar HOMRA. Seated in her usual spot on the couch, she was looking through a few sheets of paper enthusiastically.
Leaving the ringing door bell behind him, Kusanagi raised his hand in an easy greeting, “Morning, Anna.”
“…So you, too, would prefer "Princess”, after all, Izumo?“
“No, no, no, no, no! I-It wouldn’t, Anna, I assure you!”
The idiots’ stupid discussion, that started with the idea to come up with a nickname, or rather, a second name for Anna, escalated, taking progressively more nonsensical turns, until it bore fruit - an absolutely abysmal and hopelessly embarrassing title that they tried to push on Anna. Anna wanted no piece of it, and her brutally cool-headed comments tore it to shreds. All of it happened only yesterday, but Kusanagi, after sleeping on it, forgot about the whole ordeal completely.
Anna, however, apparently hadn’t.
“…Ohime-sama… Princess… Sir Kusanagi…”
“Really? Then it’s OK if I don’t become Princess Anna?”
“You’re welcome. But, well, they sure put a lot of thought in it,” Kusanagi said with a smile pointing to the sheet in Anna’s hand.
Anna looked at it again and whispered quietly, “…"Scarlet Lady Anna”…“
”…Anna?“ Kusanagi called out to her on an instinct, and the reply came in an uneven, shaken voice.
“Don’t tell me you actually like it?”
As Kusanagi promptly snatched the sheets away from Anna, she made a little disappointed noise.
Hiding those pieces of paper that could very well be called dangerous in a certain sense in his pocket, Kusanagi thought, ’…Oh well, Anna is almost of a 2nd year middle school student age herself, I guess.’