"Kaneki! Wake up, we're gonna be late!" The mostly blonde, very noisy roommate shook his meister in a furious attempt to rouse him.

"Five more minutes, Hide," the dark haired youth mumbled, turning towards the wall and curling into a ball.

"Oh no you don't," the demon sword pounced on top of his friend and began tickling him.

"Kah ha ha Hi-Hide ha s-stop he he Hide~!"

"Not until you get up!"

"I-I can-hahahah… g-get ha off hehe." The squirming boys fell out of bed in a heap, Hide still somehow on top. Kaneki flicked him on the forehead. "Like I was saying hurry up and get off. I need to get dressed, right?"

Hide's eyes suddenly flashed, "Well~," his hands twitched in the air for dramatic effect, "you have to get undressed first, ne~?"

"Don't you dare!" Kaneki's voice was almost a squeak. He covered his chest, pinning his t-shirt to him, almost like a girl. His face had taken on a deep shade of red.

Hide tilted his head back and laughed. It was just too easy to tease Kaneki; his poor meister was so innocent and quiet, but so badass. He would never admit just how much he cared for the boy underneath him. Hide was content with being friends. A friend could get away with jokes or pranks a lover couldn't anyway. He faked a pout. "Okay, I guess I'll just make the coffee today then."

When Hide's weight had left Kaneki's legs he flipped up. Even though he was a bookworm, he was a very athletic bookworm. There was a tense silence for a heartbeat. "Fine," he finally muttered, "just don't go staring like a perv." With that Kaneki pulled his shirt off and, despite the warning, Hide's eyes were lock in amazement at just how fucking chiseled he was.

"How are you so skinny and that toned? I just don't get it! It's not fair!" Hide squeezed his eyes shut and ruffled his hair in over exaggerated exasperation. He picked up Kaneki's soft sigh, the shifting of his weight to his left leg ment he was either about to kick or give a biting remark. For some reason neither of these things came; instead Kaneki stripped completely, something Hide never had the fortune of seeing, and sent a glare in the blonds direction.

"Better genetics."

"Ha? And what's wrong with my genes? I'm perfectly fabulous, thank you very much."

"Hide, your rainbow is showing."

"So?"

"Nothing I just thought you'd notice, perv." Kaneki had put on fresh boxers before walking over, gesturing at Hide to look down. The blonde complied, realizing why his pants suddenly felt unbearably tight. "You wanna go fix that while I make breakfast."

"Y-yeah… "It was Hide's turn to blush.

Kaneki rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know I don't mind your preferences, and in some cases we agree, but I really feel unconfortable when my bysexual roommate can jack off to me just as easily as the girly magazines he hides under the sofa."

Hide swore he could feel his ears go red, mostly from embarrassment. It wasn't fair how easily Kaneki could turn the tables on him. "H-how do you know about those?!"

"You moan really loudly," he responded in a flat tone. "Oh and stop stealing my underwear already." Kaneki had slipped on his black slacks and was tucking in his white button up. The matching pinstripe jacket rested on the black satin bedsheets. He plucked his eyepatch from his nightstand. Hide had gotten Kaneki a new one for his birthday. Medical bandages weren't that practical in a fight. It was a simple black leather strap with a shinigami mask in the center.

It wasn't a second after Kaneki had left the room that Hide realized just how badly he screwed up. The entire day was going to be awkward now, just peachy.

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After Hide took care of his… needs, he cleaned himself up. The smell of fresh coffee drifted into his room. Unlike Kaneki's which was mostly monochromic and light blue, Hide's room was visually loud and disorganized. It, like his wardrobe was almost exclusively green and orange. The arrangement was mirrored, a bed on the anterior wall, chest of drawers at the foot of the bed, closet next to that, with a desk along the interior wall, in the corner.

The blonde peeked into the hallway, the shared bathroom to his right was empty but judging by the sink's dampness, Kaneki had already brushed his teeth and washed his face, the typical morning ritual. To the left was the rest of the apartment space, a combined living room and kitchen. He knew Kaneki would be watching the morning news, sitting on the right side of the couch on Saturdays, on the left side with a newspaper on Sundays, and dead center with a morbid novel every other day of the week. His roommate would leave Hide a cup of coffee in the microwave to keep it warm. Today it was his favorite mug, Wednesday.

Hide smiled to himself. His partner was so predictable that to see him fight was like watching a completely different person. Infact, Hide sometimes wondered if that was the case. "Having two souls must be hard, glad I only have one."

"Hm, did you say something?"

"Eh? No it's nothing," he took a sip of the scalding dark ambrosia, "It's just… sorry about… you know…" He heard Kaneki shift, Hide was facing the kitchen half of the room, his back was turned away. The demon sword felt a hard tap on his head in the shape of a book spine.

"I wouldn't be your partner if I couldn't handle something as easy as that, baka."

Hide quietly grinned into his cup. Yeah, Kaneki was a good, kind guy, and that was the sexiest part about him. He drained the last of his coffee, not caring about the burn. "Ousu! Let's get going, we're going to be late!"

"Says the guy who took twenty minutes getting ready."

"Oi!"

Kaneki was already heading out the door, his black pinstripe DWMA uniform a sharp contrast to the blinding white streets. He gave Hide a friendly smile, adjusted his eyepatch, and marched out into the Death City morning.

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Hide's head impacted the table. The bell had just rung and class was dismissed. He could feel the smoke curling out of his ears. Kaneki tapped his notes lightly against the table to align them before sliding it into his gray messenger bag. His friend patted his shoulder gently, "Maybe we should get you a tutor?"

"I-I'm plenty smart! It's just the impossible speed Dr. Stein talks that's giving me a headache."

"If you say so."

"What's that supposed to mean."

Kaneki chuckled his devious chuckle, "Common, they've likely posted new missions by now, maybe a battle will help you loosen up a bit."

"I'm not the one who needs to loosen up here."

"Exercise is good for your brain," he clarified.

"Fine." Hide dragged himself off the bench. He and Kaneki were part of the Senior EAT course. Some students in EAT were divided based on ability however within a group of high achieving students subdivisions were often created by varying curriculum. Certain courses, inaccessible to younger students in the same class were offered to the older students. The higher level course were also far more dangerous so allowing older and more experienced students alone to take them was considered wise. To qualify for the Senior EAT the student had to have exceptional skill and be at least sixteen years old. Seniors also had access to special missions and archived information. Kaneki would spend hours in the archives reading. Hide was always able to do his school work in those situations. The other boy's presence was soothing.

Hide's body had been on autopilot, just following Kaneki to the assignment board. He had been lost in thought and, unfortunately, just happened to be staring off into space with his eyes vaguely fixed on Kaneki's beautiful butox. When they stopped the grey eyed meister of course noticed. Hide had only realized what happened after a book slammed into the top of his head. He clutched the welt uttering a stream of profanities, looking up at Kaneki's gentle smile, book still in hand. "I spaced out geez, sorry!"

"Apology accepted." Hide's meister returned his attention to the mission board. He would know when Kaneki spotted a good one as he would always place a hand on his chin. Three. Two. One.

Kaneki put a hand up to his chin.

"It's a good one then?"

"Hu?"

"Nothing. See anything?"

"Well, maybe." He fidgeted, readjusting his eyepatch then his blood red tie, the only spot of color in his outfit. Hide straightened and walked around to see. It was a wanted poster with a hefty reward, apparently the killer was a kishin who went by the name Jason. There were likely all kinds of nasty rumors about him if Lord Death had actually posted a reward. Unlike any other assignment, there was a note at the bottom stating how incredibly dangerous Jason was and he should only be handled by top rate Senior EAT class students or DWMA staff. "This guy," Kaneki continued, "is supposed to have a strong soul but… "

"You have a feeling?"

"Yeah."

Hide had learned that Kaneki would sometimes get premonitions from his second soul in the form of dreams. While he never remembered any of these dreams the intense emotions would stay with him as feelings, and they were always right. The demon sword was not without his own intuition but unlike his, Kaneki's was very specific. "Do you think we should take it?"

"Hm." The meister shook his head, "Something else first and if it's still here tomorrow, then we go after Jason."

"Okay, but I'm still itching to cut something."

"How about this one? A witch, suspected to be hiding in Desolation Run."

"That doesn't really sound too inviting," Hide said, pulling a distressed face.

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Kaneki was smiling gently.

"If you say so."

Somewhere in the distance someone was yelling about how they were "big" and going to become a god.

If this story gets even one view I'm going to keep writing it. I expect it to be a while in between updates however.