Third Day: 'First Argument'
When Sasori and Deidara had first moved in together, there were a few quirks that the two of them had not noticed about one another that was now apparent in their usual routines. Yes, they had spent many nights over at each others' apartments but to actually move your entire space into another's domain, things seemed to get a little more… hectic.
It started with Sasori's bed being pushed against the left side of his wall. It was king-sized, large enough for the both of them easily. But Deidara had found the arrangement discomforting. He suggested moving Sasori's work desk to the other wall so the bed could replace it's position but Sasori just brushed off the suggestion. He said that the bedroom's disposition shouldn't matter so soon, and that maybe once Deidara was completely moved in, they could rearrange the room.
Deidara's night was sleepless as he tossed and turned, the wall too close for his liking and he felt far too cramped. Half-way through the night, Sasori woke up when Deidara threw himself on his person with a frustrated sigh.
"Do you want to sleep on this side?" Sasori mumbled as he pulled Deidara closer by an arm around his waist and Deidara just gave another loud sigh before shaking his head and slinking away from Sasori to roll around in the bed some more. Sasori didn't get much sleep that night either with Deidara's tussling and huffs as he finally moved to the foot of the bed before promptly falling asleep an hour before Sasori's alarm went off.
In the morning, the two of them dared not to speak to each other, knowing that the other was too tired to deal with any bullshit, so they just drank their coffee in the stifling silence.
Sasori found out the next night that Deidara was extremely claustrophobic when he threw his arm around him in his sleep and cornered the other man, who proceeded to elbow Sasori in the gut.
The next morning reflected the previous and Sasori knew that maybe a change was needed. He suggested having Deidara sleep on the other side of the bed and the sculptor just sneered into his coffee, muttering how he couldn't sleep on the right side of the bed.
Sasori thought it had to do with him being left-handed and probably keeping that side free? He wasn't very sure, but he didn't want to deny them sleep for the upcoming night, so that afternoon, they moved Sasori's desk and moved the bed to the center of the room. Sasori only had one bedside table but Deidara didn't mind not having one on his side and decided to take a nap to regain some much needed sleep and after Sasori had moved his desk and dresser around, he found himself tired enough to join him.
Unfortunately, that gave them the energy to stay up that night, but luckily they found something to occupy themselves which, in the end, tired them out just as much.
The sleeping arrangement had been resolved and the two of them never had a problem about it again.
The next problem was a different one.
Sasori and Deidara did things significantly different when it came to organizing. Sasori usually got up earlier than his boyfriend and would get ready for work by brushing his teeth. He would place the toothpaste on the right side of the sink and continue getting ready.
But for Deidara, in his zombie-like morning, would 'wake up' and shuffle to the bathroom, not even bothering to open his eyes as he reached for their shared toothpaste. His hand would search and search but all he came back with was a bar of soap and he finally opened his eyes see that mostly everything by the sink was against the wall on the right side.
Sasori nearly spilled coffee over himself and his new, white shirt when he heard Deidara's scream of frustration from the master bathroom. When he went to check up on him, Deidara just grumbled about everything always being on the right side of everything before promptly glaring at Sasori, then slamming the bathroom door shut.
The puppeteer knew now not to put the toothpaste on the right side of the sink, even though he knew Deidara was just over exaggerating.
Then when it came to setting the table for dinner, which Deidara usually offered to do because he couldn't cook worth shit, Sasori would set their full plates down on their mats. In an instant saw that the silverware, water, and napkins were on the left side. He just chuckled and Deidara's ears turned red before he waved him off and told him to set his own mat for dinner from now on.
This happened often even when Sasori set the table but Deidara would just peer at him with a pointed look before fixing the placement of the contents on the table.
This happened several more times before the both of them got it through their thick skulls about their partners' preferences.
There were more little quirks than that though. The way Deidara turned his paper sideways to write always made Sasori's eye twitch even though he didn't find it annoying, his eyes seemed to. Once Deidara was done writing a long paper for school, he wouldn't notice his hand covered in graphite and Sasori had to tell him to wash his hands before he tried to shove his hand down his pants.
And it seemed that if Deidara left something in one way or another, he would come back to find it switched by Sasori, unintentionally, and have to switch it back, and vise versa.
Most people thought they fought about their beliefs, mostly those pertaining to art, but it just seemed that their organization habits clashed. It wasn't like they didn't know what they were getting into when they started dating. They dated just fine! It was coexisting in the same small space that seemed to get to them.
The first time they actually fought about something, besides art, was when they went out to dinner. They were used to sitting across from each other, but that night Deidara wanted to sit next to his lover, feeling a little cuddly and Sasori saw no reason as to why they couldn't sit beside each other.
They had gotten a booth, with Deidara on the outside, before picking up their menus and ordering. The night was going very smoothly, with hints towards a very happy night at home. Deidara practically purred when Sasori began rubbing his thigh under the table cloth but once their food came, the problems started.
Deidara always had a habit of sticking out his elbow when handing any utensils, and that elbow was currently hovering over Sasori's pasta and hand.
Sasori gave a small hum of discomfort, "Hey, Dei, can you scooch over a little more to your side, I can't get to my food." Deidara looked up from his soup and scowled lightly at the other man in the booth.
"It's fine, Sasori, you have enough room on your side, un."
Sasori just sighed in defeat once more and scooted over slightly, much to his displeasure due to being further away from his lover, and began to eat. But even with that, their elbows still bumped into each other, and Sasori had managed to make Deidara's soup spill from his spoon and back into his bowl at least three times.
After Deidara tried to reach for the salt, only to knock the pepper over into Sasori's side of chicken, the puppeteer huffed in impatience.
"Let's switch sides, Deidara, this is becoming too much of a hassle."
The look that his boyfriend sent him, made Sasori feel as if he had just suggested offering him up to prostitution. "Why don't you just deal with the fact that I don't like cramped spaces, un? Does me being left-handed really bother you that much, Sasori?"
Sasori scoffed and put down his fork with a clatter. "No, Deidara, I never said anything like that, or even implied it, you brat. It's just, I'm tired of having to eat around your arm when you can easily move to the inside or just keep your elbow to yourself like a normal person."
Deidara narrowed his eyes and also dropped his silverware with a loud clatter, now attracting the other patrons in the restaurant. "I honestly think that you're just just making up things to insult me, un. First, my art is too 'boring' for you," he mocked with quotations, "and you begin insulting me–"
"Deidara, that was nearly a year ago and I thought we got over that," Sasori interjected, his annoyance reaching a new level. "I just asked if you could move to my other side so we wouldn't always be bumping elbows or something and eat in peace, but it seems that everything we do has to be accustomed to you. You made me arrange my whole living room because it threw off your aura," Sasori exclaimed and Deidara just blushed before trying to explain to Sasori about his needs.
"Your whole apartment was so fucking cramped–!"
"Well, it was bigger than yours," Sasori argued.
"Don't interrupt me all the time, un! Besides, isn't it good to have a little diversity? From the first time I came over to your place, till the time I moved in, nothing had changed," Deidara accused and Sasori clenched his napkin in his hand for something to strangle in his anger.
"It didn't need to change, Deidara. It was fine before you ever came along. Besides, your demands are completely unnecessary. I have no idea why everything has to be just so, to make you happy. Does being left-handed really change how one functions in life?"
Deidara began fuming as the other customers called for their checks. "And now you're discriminating me just because I am left-handed, un. Why is change so bad, Danna, un?" Deidara mocked with the name.
Sasori looked up at the ceiling in exaggeration and nearly groaned. "Oh, my god. Deidara, I am not discriminating anything against you." He finally looked at Deidara who crossed his arms and scooted away from his boyfriend. "It'd be like saying that your blond hair is causing all of this."
"All of this, un? What? My apparently compulsive need for things, as you put it once, un?"
Sasori groaned. "That was one time, Deidara," he exclaimed before shaking his head and looking at Deidara with a look that seemed calmer, in hopes that it would calm him down. "Why don't you just sit across from me?" Sasori didn't really expect to get slapped, and it wasn't very hard, but it was startling. "What the hell, you brat?!"
"It's not even about that anymore, you fucking idiot, un!"
"No, why did you slap me?" Sasori growled and Deidara met him with a backhand, which held no force, but an army of sass.
"I'm sorry, I assume you're used to getting slapped on the other side of your face, un." Deidara then stood up and grabbed his jacket before storming out.
Sasori swore and threw some bills, and then some, on the table, before going after his fuming lover.
"Deidara, please come back and we can talk about this at home," Sasori urged as he followed Deidara but at a safe distance.
"I don't want to go somewhere where I'll just be ridiculed, un." Deidara quickened his pace but Sasori just jogged to catch up and he stood in front of Deidara to stop him. The sculptor just glared at him but Sasori knew he wouldn't hit him again.
"Don't you think this is something stupid to argue over? Our fights about art are more important than this, Deidara." Sasori moved forward and gently grabbed Deidara by his shoulders in a reassuring way. "I'll rearrange the the whole apartment if you would just stop being mad over this. Would that make you feel better?"
Deidara nearly shrugged him off but he just sighed into the night air before moving closer to Sasori. "No, it's not that it's just… Moving in was a big step for me and I guess it just worked me up to the point of everything bugging me to no end, un."
Sasori smiled lightly and noticed that Deidara had been doing obsessive things to distract himself at times. "Well, you can do anything to make you feel at home. I'm sure my place was pretty stifling."
Deidara just shrugged and moved closer to Sasori, his boyfriend now holding him as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "To be honest, your apartment was fine the way it was, un. I just needed something to occupy my mind, I guess."
Sasori gave a small chuckle, "Is that why we moved my bed? Because that thing was heavy."
Deidara shook his head and smirked up at Sasori. "No, that was going to be moved either way. Besides, the flow of the room helps my aura now."
Sasori gave a small chortle before pecking Deidara's lips softly. "Well let's get back home so we can really see if the bed is in a good position."
Deidara gave a faux scoff. "You just want sex."
Humming lightly, Sasori gave Deidara a not so chaste kiss, pulling away once Deidara had responded. "I distinctly remember someone whispering dirty promises into my ear, not thirty minutes ago."
Deidara hummed in response, "They were probably a dirty whore, un."
I really didn't know what to do for this day, so a friend just gave me a cute idea of left and right handed and I went from there... This has been done for a while, I've just been too lazy to edit.
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