Not PERFECT
Pairing: Hiruma/Monta; Mention of past Tetsuma/Monta.
Summary: Hiruma and Monta's relationship isn't perfect—far from it!
It was snowing, peaceful, but one couple was fighting!
"G-GET THE HELL OUT — OUT OF MY APARTMENT FUCKING MONKEY!"
"EH? F-FINE, I WILL!"
"FUCK! GET BACK IN HERE IDIOT!"
"NO!"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY SHRIMP?"
Minor scuffling ensued.
"Mukyaa! Let go DAMNIT! You already kicked me out! LET GO!"
The door immediately slammed close because of Tarou's flailing legs.
"Fuck up that door and you're paying for it! And where are you gonna go, huh, fucking monkey? Tetsuma's place?"
"I just wanna be away from Y—!"
A handgun suddenly cocked and all was silent for a few moments until Hiruma spoke, lowering the weapon down the shorter male's front; a wide, lecherous grin was plastered on his demonic features.
"You're stuck with me fucking monkey!"
Tarou shivered lightly, screwing his eyes shut as his heart thudded in his chest.
Was all of this really worth it? Was Hiruma really worth it?
"..." D-Don't shoot...!
"You want a banana split or something?" Shit...!
"Vanilla flavored?"
"Whatever. Let's get going already."
The weapon was stealthily put away as the blonde moved to get his and Tarou's coats.
Bananas and ice cream didn't always fix everything, but Tarou appreciated the small act as a half-assed attempt at an apology.
It was better than nothing!