A/N: This is my first attempt at Saiyuki fic, written for the LJ community saiyukitime for the prompt "first times". I know it's short.
Gonou—no, Hakkai—tells Sanzo that he talked Gojyo into letting him move in. Actually, it was Gojyo's idea, and Gojyo doesn't know why, because sharing the house is damn annoying sometimes.
Hakkai was easy-going when he was a guest—he never gave Gojyo that look if he used an empty beer can for for an ashtray. When he became an official member of the household, he became a terror.
Gojyo can't find anything anymore. His clothes are all neatly folded and stored in the closet, instead of strewn out so he knew where they were. And sure, the garbage goes out on time, but stuff Gojyo didn't want to throw away keeps finding its way into that pile. The bed is made in the morning, which is just plain creepy. The place looks less lived in, even though there are two of them now.
And it's expensive suddenly having to feed and clothe two people. Hakkai insists on cooking regular meals, and real food costs more than beer and instant noodles. Hakkai's doing his best to look for work, and finding some tutoring jobs, too, but he doesn't have anything, and he can't keep wearing Gojyo's clothing forever.
Gojyo doesn't care about money. In fact, he hardly used to give it a thought, and hearing Hakkai fret and budget and promise to pay him back gets on his nerves. He knows that any night he might get lucky, and rake in more winnings than usual.
But it's harder staying out late when there's someone at home waiting for him to come back before turning out the lights.
It's a long time since Gojyo lived with anyone. This just might be the first time he's come home to find dinner on the table, or his clothing mended. It's definitely the first time anyone ever said 'good morning' to him and handed him a cup of coffee when he stumbled out of bed.
And few days ago, for the first time Hakkai smiled in a way that didn't seem painful or forced.
Overall, things could be worse.