There are few things that I really understand, one of that being my roommate, and my part-time sensei, Usami Akihiko.
Just last night, he proved how weird and a jackass I really think he is. He burst through the front door, arms full of an assortment of variegated stuffed bears, and a few bunnies and marched straight to the closet he keeps them in. He shouted, "Misaki come help me." and so I did. We put the bears on the shelf and I asked him 'Where the hell he got this many bear in the matter of five minutes and one trip for cigarettes.' he stayed quiet. It was kind-of awkward and weird, but he didn't say a thing about them and headed for bed. He left me on a step stool, dazed and confused about what the hell just happened.
Freak. Sometimes I really don't get him. Not one bit. But on other words, he was fine this morning, so I asked about the bears again.
"Usagi-san, where did you get all those bears last night?" I asked.
"Hmm?" He said.
"Yeah know, all those bears that you brought in yesterday?"
"… I don't know what your talking about, Misaki? Are you feeling well?"
"You don't remember or something? I think you're the one whose not fine." I growled. Whatever, it's not like it matters. I cooked the last of the salmon Nii-san and his wife sent me from Hokkaido and made curry rice.
"There's going to be enough for lunch, so you can just reheat that and there's plenty of rice so help yourself. I'm not going to be at the entrance today because I'm staying after for the auditorium set-up for the high school's play tomorrow."
"Alright, don't stay too late."
Usagi-san usually restrains me a lot, especially at school. He's too protective I think and maybe he could put a little more faith in me sometimes. I mean, it's just some painting and set-up, what could happen? Usagi walked over to the counter and grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured some coffee. I continued to cook and make sure the fish was cooked all the way through. I turned of the oven and put the fish on a big plate.
I jumped at the sound of cracking and shattering glass, causing me to drop the skillet I was holding. Thankfully, it didn't hit anything and I had better luck than I usually would. I looked over to Usagi and saw the broken, exploded glass.
"Gah! How many times do I have to tell you before it's jammed in your think skull? Heat resistant glasses are over there, look! I even put labels on the glasses!" I looked at his face; he was indifferent as usual. Luckily nothing got cut this time, but I swear one of these days he's going to get a shard of glass in his brain. I took a heat-resistant glass from the cabinet and gave it to him, then got a dustpan and cleaned up the glass on the floor and counter. I looked over at the rice pot and it was whistling and bubbling out.
"Aw, crap! The rice burned!" I went over and turn it off. "Alright, never mind on the rice." I looked at the clock, it was getting late.
"Shit, I'm going to be late!" I ran over to the couch and took my bag from Suzuki and put my books back in the bag. "You can still have the salmon, sorry 'bout the rice!" I ran out the door and into the little area where my shoes were. I grabbed them and stumbled to put them on. Usagi walked out the door, his hand in his pocket, the other by his side, and watched me fidget with my shoes. He walked over to me just as I got my right shoe on. "Misaki." He said in his deep, heavenly voice. I looked up at him with a simple, "Huh?" and before I could react his lops crashed to mine, I stared blankly. He pulled back slowly and whispered in my ear with his hot breath, "Have a good day."
I averted my eyes and murmured "Pervert…" and then I walked out the door, my face still blushing.