Kageyuki Shiraishi often found the tapping of keys on a keyboard to be a calming noise. There were times when Sasazuka would be on his computer in the living room, and he would lie in his bunk and relax as he listened to the fast-paced tapping. Sometimes, he would feel so relaxed that he would even sport a rare genuine smile on his features. In those moments, in his mind, he would imagine that his life was just a simulation and that it could be easily controlled and he wouldn't have to live the way he always had.

One night, as he was listening to Sasazuka coding and tapping away on his keyboard, Shiraishi seemed to have dozed off. He blinked open his green eyes at some ungodly hour before the sun was nowhere to be found and noticed that the light in the bedroom was still on. Feeling confused, he sat up and scratched his head. If the light was still on, that meant Sasazuka wasn't sleeping. But that didn't make sense, considering the fact that the apartment was silent.

Just to make sure, Shiraishi poked his head down into his roommate's bunk, and sure enough it was empty. He was completely puzzled by the strange situation. What was going on? Heaving himself from his bunk, he stealthily made his way to the floor to investigate.

Rounding the corner into the living room, he found his mint-haired roommate, fast asleep at his computer. The screen had long since gone black from inactivity, Sasazuka's head resting next to the keyboard. Shiraishi found the sight utterly charming. He figured that his roommate was rather adorable, especially when he wasn't talking. Enchanted by what he was seeing, the blond was careful not to wake him as he crept back into the bedroom and grabbed a blanket.

He returned to the living room, carefully holding the blanket, and draped it over Sasazuka. His mouth stretched into one of his most genuine smiles as he watched his roommate stir in his sleep only long enough to snuggle into the blanket's warmth. Shiraishi watched him for a few more moments. If only things could always be like this. Then, he yawned and headed to bed.

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Sasazuka woke up at his desk, wrapped in the blanket. "What the fuck?" he whispered to himself, examining his surroundings. He certainly didn't have that blanket when he had been sitting there the previous night. Wiggling the mouse to check the time on his computer, he was surprised to find that it was nearly noon. He stretched and yawned, noticing that the apartment was particularly quiet.

Finding it all too suspicious, he got up to investigate. Shiraishi was nowhere to be found, but there was a plate of donuts on the kitchen countertop with a note that said, 'I realized I had some donuts, so I left them out for you. Don't forget to eat.' Letting out a small huff, Sasazuka crumpled the note up in his hand as he grabbed a donut and took a bite. Delighted by how delicious the donut was, he quickly ate the rest of them and prepared to leave for the office.

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Kei Okazaki was out on a late-night patrol that night and couldn't help but notice an odd sight. Were his eyes betraying him, or was Shiraishi out shopping for sweets? He decided to approach him and ask directly. "Shiraishi, I didn't know you liked donuts," he mused, walking up behind the other man.

"They have a unique taste to them, do they not?" the blond asked, turning to his companion and giving him a dangerous smile. "I have decided that I wish to partake in every kind available." He then cast a wary glance toward the matcha-flavored pastries. "Unfortunately, those ones are not as delectable as the rest."

"No?" Okazaki asked, cocking his head to the side. "Odd." He picked one up and took a bite. "It tastes fine to me."

"Have you seen the shit you eat?" Shiraishi flatly asked, turning away from the officer. He made his way to the register to pay for the donuts. "It would do you some good to eat some things that are good for you, no?"

The white-haired officer stared at Shiraishi as he paid and left the store, head cocked to the side in confusion. Usually, the two of them would have much more banter than that. Why did the other man seem as if he were in a rush? Deciding not to care about it, Okazaki left to continue his patrol with Yoshinari, only gently bullying his subordinate that night.

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Sasazuka woke up the next morning to a completely silent apartment once more. Once again, his roommate wasn't home, but he found another plate of donuts with a similar note. Something seemed strange about the donuts, though. If Shiraishi simply had donuts lying around, wouldn't he know about them? Not only that, but the donuts on the plate looked remotely fresh. His suspicions rose, but he didn't know what to do about it.

Was Shiraishi also the one who put the blanket on him the previous night? The blond being kind was unsettling to Sasazuka. What was he trying to do? But there was no doubt about it in his mind. Shiraishi was going out of his way to do nice things for him. How should he respond?

He pondered the idea of it the whole day. Should he return the favor somehow? But how? And what would Shiraishi do if he were to do that? Then again, why was he doing random nice things for him anyway? Sasazuka was so confused about it that he couldn't concentrate on the case he was working on, opting to leave the agency early.

What kinds of things did Shiraishi like anyway? The man's obsession with cats was simply something that could lead him to figure out something to do for him. But what was the point in doing something nice for his roommate? Why would he need to? Shiraishi was doing all of those random things of his own volition. It had nothing to do with him, or so Sasazuka tried to tell himself.

While thinking, Sasazuka found himself in a stationary store, examining pens. Why was he here? He didn't need anything. And then his eye caught a pen with cats printed on it, cat ears built into the cap of it. The pen seemed to scream "Shiraishi", but why should Sasazuka care? Needless to say, he still purchased it and headed home, tucking the small bag deep into the pocket of his coat.

That night, once he was sure Shiraishi had drifted off for his usual evening nap, he placed the pen on the countertop where he normally found the plate of donuts. Sasazuka still wasn't quite sure why he was doing such a thing, but he decided to shrug it off and just do something nice for the other man. Feeling fulfilled, he decided to head to bed.

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Sasazuka was woken at the crack of dawn by Shiraishi jumping onto him. He groggily opened his eyes to see the excited blond pinning him to his bunk. Feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed, he stared up at his roommate, eyes wide in shock and horror. "What do you want?" he groaned.

"You are quite thoughtful, aren't you?" Shiraishi excitedly asked. He leaned back, sitting on his roommate's legs, straddling them between his own. "I was considering getting a new pen for the office on my way to work. Mine had run out of ink yesterday afternoon, forcing me to leave the rest of the large stack of paperwork to Mukai."

Sasazuka rolled his eyes. "You're a real piece of work," he sighed. "Are you sure you should be the director of that department?"

"Thank you for the cat pen!" the blond enthused, marveling at the pen in his hands. "How long did it take you to pick this out anyway? It's perfect and practical. You must have put a lot of thought into it."

"Will you shut up?" the mint-haired man groaned. "And get off of me! You're heavy!"

His roommate was too distracted by the cat pen to notice his words. "I will treasure it forever!"

"Please don't."

Shiraishi stood up. "Well, I should be getting to work. Thank you for the pen! I'll take good care of it!"

Only once he was certain that the blond was gone, Sasazuka rolled back over in bed, utterly horrified by his roommate's reaction. His heart was still pounding from all of it. What the hell even was that? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get Shiraishi's overjoyed face out of his mind. Why would he even think about that anyway?