A/N: I have decided to extend my reach of the fandoms I write for. I've recently gotten into otome games, and Collar x Malice was a pretty fun one to write about. Please enjoy this story of the domestic life of the two most unlikely and eccentric roommates.
.
Takeru Sasazuka couldn't believe what he was hearing when he got that memorable call from his landlord. "What the hell do you mean I have to be out of here by the end of the week?" he nearly shouted into the phone. "Do you realize that it's already Thursday? Where am I supposed to go?" He listened for a moment. "The hell do you mean that's not your problem? You can't legally do this!"
Frustrated, he yelled a bit more at his landlord before hanging up. "Fucking selling the building," he grumbled to himself. He sighed as he looked over at the computers and other technology that he would have to move and sighed. What was he going to do with everything? It wasn't like he could find a new apartment and be able to move into it within two days.
The first person he could think of to call was Yanagi. Perhaps he could be of service to help him find a place to stay until he could find himself a suitable apartment. Sasazuka cringed at the thought of having to stay at the agency with Yanagi and that idiotic Enomoto. He felt that his brain cells would rot away the longer he had to be in the same room as the loudmouthed moron. Then again, there was no way that he could stay in a hotel either. It was too expensive, and there was no way he could trust his belongings not to go missing.
One thing led to another, and he somehow ended up at Shiraishi's home. All of his tech gear was in the corner of the front room for easy transport when it came time for him to move to his own place. He himself didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more distressed over the fact that he was now going to have to share living quarters with Shiraishi. On one hand, at least the taller man was intelligent and could hold intelligent conversation. But on the other hand, it was Shiraishi, the King of the Eccentric.
On his first night there, as Sasazuka made his bed on the living room sofa, Shiraishi observed him from the bedroom doorway. His face held no expression or anything, Shiraishi was simply just watching the smaller man prepare for bed.
Sasazuka groaned, not even bothering to look toward the blond. "What is it?" he asked, making it apparent in his voice that he didn't take too kindly to being watched in such a manner. Internally, he was cursing himself for staying with the other man, but it was the best option he had.
"Don't mind me," Shiraishi insisted. "I am simply observing." He made no effort to move from where he was standing, nor did he show any signs of finding something else to do. Though he knew he was frustrating his guest by standing there and watching him, he refused to move from where he was.
"How can I not mind this complete invasion of privacy?" Sasazuka sighed from the sofa. "What part of your microscopic brain makes you think that anyone would be comfortable with being watched like this?"
A small smile played on the taller man's lips. "People like you are more fun to observe than others." He pointed to Sasazuka as his baffled gaze hardened into a glare. "Your reactions are just so simple, yet there is so much emotion conveyed through them. I could watch you all day."
"Could you perform your creepy hobbies on someone else?" the man on the couch sighed. "You don't seem to understand how unsettling your presence can really be. If it were anyone other than me, they would be gone by now. Being a profiler and all, people would think you understand people and all, but you really don't."
Shiraishi smiled happily. "I understand as much as I need to in order to know a criminal."
The green-haired man rolled his eyes. "Yup. And that's it." He could already tell that staying with Shiraishi was going to be much more than he had originally bargained for. All he could do was hope that he would find a new place to live soon.