Disclaimer! Kamen Rider is owned by Bandai and TV Tokyo I do not own it in anyway, shape or form.
Guess who's back? Back again? Jayden's back and really needs to stop signing songs that went out of style years ago. Speaking of years ago let's talk about my otp from Kamen Rider Ryuki. These chapters will not be very long and warning there is no plot. Just shamless fluff.
Satoru lay on his side, his legs hiked up in fetal position, one ear pressed to the cold wood floor. Below he could hear the muffled bickering of their downstairs neighbours. Cheating this, sleeping around that. His eyes wondered around the room to find where his pillow was. He remebered throwing it somewhere across the room when he couldn't get comfortable. He spotted near the slidecloset but instantly gave up on the idea of fetching it. Sinking back into the quilt and throwing the sheets over his head. Nothing but the sound of the neighbours bickering and the faint rushing of cars bellow the balcony.
He perked up a bit at the sound of front door opening. "Satoru! Gosh, do you ever turn the lights?" The voice belonged to Mitsuru Sano, a fellow rider and roommate. Running his fingers through dark, soft chocolate tress of hair he began placing the plastic bags on the counter. Ashe journied to the living room which, since the younger Rider's arrival was looking more like a jungle of clutter. Blankets, pillows, take-out bags and clouthes lying about.
"Oi, are you up?" His voice was soft, just above a whisper.
The tiger let out a groan and rolled onto his stomache only to have his nose crushed by the same floor that let the muffled neighbours cries seep through. Mitsuru crouched down to his level and lightly shook his shoulder. "'Come on, I brought dinner and I know you didn't eat the lunch I left you." The man waited but received no response so he pressed on. "I bought boxed lunches from downtown because I know you won't touch mine." He held out a red box comprised of tofu, carrots, rice and other assortments of healthy food portions. Mitsuru noticed that whenever Satoru did eat the food that was left out he only picked at the meat and hardly touched the vegiatbles. Call him a worry-wart or a nag but he felt somewhat responsible for the guy. Satoru 'tsked' and pulled the sheets up to his neck like a child pouting after waking up only to discover it's monday. "I don't want them." It came out more as 'muh wahmmmnn' but he took it anyway, placing it besided him. Mitsuru stood up shakily and almost lost his footing. "I'm going to heat up some soup. Eat." He pointed directly at the younger male who grumbled but complied, unwrapping the clear plastic and nibbling at the tofu.
TBC