A/N: And here we go with the first official chapter! If there are any scenarios you'd like to see them in, please let me know and I'll be sure to add it if it fits!
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Two days into living with Shiraishi, Sasazuka was ready to tear his hair out. How could one person be so good at understanding people but be so bad about being around people at the same time? He just wanted to tear his hair out with frustration. Never in his life had he been around someone so horrible with people. It was almost painful to be in his presence.
Even when they weren't at their shared home, Sasazuka could never seem to escape Shiraishi. That man was everywhere he went, and he was just about sick of it! He was getting so desperate for time away from the other man that he was certain he would make a deal with a demon before too long. His companion was getting to be too much for him to handle.
"What's wrong, Takeru?" Shiraishi asked, poking his head over his roommate's shoulder. "You seem extra grumpy today. What didn't go your way this time?"
Sasazuka slammed his fists down on the desk in front of him, narrowly missing his keyboard. "'What's wrong?' you ask?" He whirled around on the other man. "You're what's wrong, you fucking cat predator! Why are you so difficult and warped?! You make me so mad! Your very existence makes me uncomfortable, and I don't understand why I ended up stuck with you in the first place! Your presence is driving me off the fucking walls! I feel like I'm going insane the longer you're around me!"
Shiraishi stood there in silence for a few moments, a blank expression on his face. A small smile played on his lips as he looked over at Sasazuka. "Do you feel better now?"
"As if I would!" Sasazuka shouted, pulling his coat on. "I'm going out! Don't wait up!" He then stormed out of the small apartment, not even bothering to say goodbye. Why would he anyway? That guy was, without a doubt, the most obnoxious person he had ever met in his entire twenty-four years of existence.
His body trembled with rage as he attempted to walk down the stairs on the outside of the apartment. He was so shaky that he couldn't even walk straight. Why did he have to live with such a person? Was this the Almighty's way of punishing him for something? If so, it seemed pretty messed up to him.
Sasazuka walked around aimlessly for nearly an hour, just trying to calm down. The only reason he decided to go back to Shiraishi's apartment was simply because he couldn't feel his fingers. That, and he wanted to grab his laptop before going to the agency for the day. His icy fingers had trouble grasping the doorknob, but he finally managed to open the door after many tries.
"You're back, Takeru," Shiraishi stated, poking his head out of the kitchen. "It took you eleven tries to open the front door. I could hear you fumbling around with the door knob. Are your hands cold?"
"Why does it matter?" Sasazuka spat at him, throwing himself on the couch and sitting on his hands. "And if you heard me fumbling with the knob, why didn't you do something?"
"That would ruin all of the fun, don't you think? Besides, if I were to help you, you would be just as crabby as you currently are, so it was a double-edged sword. Therefore, it does not matter in the least whether I helped or not, so I chose to preserve my energy."
"Your detached way of thinking makes you even worse than you already are," the green-haired man muttered to himself, sighing. He knew that his roommate was correct in his assumption of the situation, but there was no way that he would ever openly admit to something like that. Though Shiraishi got on his nerves way more often than not, it did appear that the man knew him well. Unfortunately, there was no way for Sasazuka to return the favor. After all, no one knew a thing about the blond.
Shiraishi poked his head back out of the kitchen. "Oh yeah, Takeru? Are you hungry?"
"Why do you ask?" Sasazuka couldn't help but be suspicious of any food that man could give him. Who was to say he could trust it? They may work together, but that didn't excuse the fact that Shiraishi was the shadiest of the bunch. He would rather eat something Enomoto cooked before anything prepared by Shiraishi.
"Well, it's about time for breakfast," the blond began. He could be heard rustling around in the kitchen. "I was thinking you would be hungry, even if I'm not." Shiraishi emerged from the kitchen with a plate. "That's why I made sure that I had some of these."
Three donuts sat stacked on the plate. Sasazuka's eyes widened. What was the meaning of this? Should he eat them? Was anything done to them? He accepted the plate and eyed it suspiciously. At a glance, he couldn't detect anything off about it.
"Oh my, this is interesting," Shiraishi commented, watching Sasazuka. "Do you suspect me of poisoning the donuts or something? This intrigues me. Don't you believe that if I wanted to kill you off, I would've done it much earlier or possibly even in a different way? Please, share your thoughts with me, Takeru."
Sasazuka sighed and pushed the donuts away from him. "Forget it, I'm not hungry anymore."