Author's notes: First off, I don't own Homestuck or any of the characters! Secondly, this is my very first work of fanfiction, so please be gentle with me. I do this in an interesting style I've never worked with before, in second person and in short little snippets that I'm going to split up by chapter, so bear with me! This is a humanstuck AU, and damn is it gonna be angsty. So much angst. Prepare your selves, dear readers.
Be Sollux.
Karkat has his head rested against your chest in the same way he always does every morning when the rays of the sun coming in through the blinds wake you up.
You look down at his face and note how blissfully peaceful it looks opposed to how disgruntled it usually does, just like you always do.
You run a hand through his rough, wildly ruffled hair and brush your thumb over his freckled cheek and he stirs, looking up at you through heavy lidded, cold eyes, just like he always does.
"Good morning, shitstain," you murmur into his ear, and Karkat's body goes rigid.
He pushes away from you hurriedly and throws the sheets off of himself, only acknowledging you with a groggy grumble.
Just like fucking always.
You have to admit, you are getting sick and tired of this routine.
Day after day it's the same thing.
Wake up, say good morning, get nothing in return.
And then starts the fighting.
You stare up at the ceiling to collect your thoughts (it's unsuccessful, of course, your thoughts are always jumbled) before sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing your brow with frustration.
Karkat has already dressed hastily and left the room, leaving the door ajar behind him.
The door to your room.
Your room.
The only bedroom in the apartment that you are nice enough to let him share and that he shows you no gratitude for.
The only payment you get is grumbled insults and bleary glares.
The asshole.
Karkat is more than lucky to have a roof over his head, to have someone willing to share a fucking bed with him, to share all of your belongings with him.
The prick doesn't even have a job, he hasn't since he's moved in.
He doesn't pay rent, he doesn't do chores, he doesn't do anything but mope and feel sorry for himself.
Karkat could easily be living out on the streets with nothing to eat and no where to sleep and no one to give a shit about him.
He could have nothing/
And he would, if it wasn't for you.
He owes you.
God damn it, he owes you.
And he owes you big time.
And there's no way that you aren't going to get the payment that you deserve.