Izaya was released two hours later that same day with a prescription for pain killers and instructions to put some weird Neosporin-like ointment on his back to take care of the scratches from the glass. Shizuo only knew these exact details because he had been forced to stay with Izaya for the entire time.

Needless to say, Shizuo was not in the best of moods.

"We even have to fucking live together," He hissed as he and Izaya made their way out of the nurse's. "This is fucking bullshit; they think the solution to us fighting all the time is to shove us together and force us to get along?! Ugh!"

"Aw, come on, Shizu-chan, it won't be so bad," Izaya chimed in, leaning over and smirking at Shizuo. "I've always wanted a pet!"

Shizuo caught himself just as his fist was about to connect with Izaya's nose. Right, he couldn't hit the flea unless he wanted to be expelled. Whoop de-fucking-doo.

Really, Shizuo couldn't afford to be expelled. His parents had already shelled out a lot of money in order to get him here—Shizuo didn't even want to think about that—and he wasn't too keen on enduring their wrath if he was to be kicked out.

It would also be a personal blow too. Not that Shizuo didn't already have enough of those.

So, with great self control, Shizuo lowered his hand and instead sent Izaya a glare that would have made a world renowned wrestler cower.

Of course, Izaya Orihara was not a world renowned wrestler, so all Shizuo got in return was a winning (fake) smile and a wink.

Turning forward, Shizuo muttered, "I hate you."

"I hate you too, Shizu-chan!" Izaya replied, and on him it sounded like an endearing phrase used ironically by lovers. Shizuo didn't like it.

"Here," He said, suddenly remembering something and pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. He shoved it into Izaya's hands. "That's our dorm room number. I don't know where the fuck Building C is, and you seem to know pretty much everything, so lead the way."

"Thanks for the indirect compliment," Izaya said, humming at Shizuo's murderous glare and inspecting the paper. "Ahh, yes, I know where this is! They were really generous; this room has two beds."

Shizuo stopped short. "Of course it does! Why wouldn't it?!"

Izaya shrugged, holding the paper up to the light. "I thought maybe they'd make us share a bed, since they're so bent on us getting along. That'd be a real test: see if we still don't kill each other even if we're sharing a bed."

Shizuo knew he was blushing and he hated it. "I don't think even they are that desperate, flea. They want us to get along, not start dating."

Izaya shrugged, and the two continued the walk to Building C with minimal conversation. It struck Shizuo that he was willingly trusting Izaya to lead him somewhere; how did he know that the flea wasn't taking him to some dangerous alleyway to kill him? Shizuo stood straighter and took in his surroundings; no, it looked normal….Just like any campus would…

"You can stop looking like a frightened cat, Shizu-chan," Izaya interrupted his thoughts, causing Shizuo to jump a little. "I wouldn't do anything to you around here; it'd be too easily traceable to me."

Shizuo grumbled something incomprehensible and sulked, lowering his guard just a bit. Izaya was right; he wasn't that stupid. So they continued their walk in peace, finally arriving to Building C, apartment 413, five minutes later.

"Heeeere we are~" Izaya crooned, skipping forward to the door. He then stopped and turned to look expectantly at Shizuo.

Shizuo stared back, nonplussed.

Izaya looked exasperated. Rude. "We kind of need a key?"

"Ohhh—r-right," Shizuo said stupidly, rummaging around in his pockets and producing a silver key a moment later. Instead of giving it to Izaya's outstretched hand, however, he strode forward and unlocked the door himself, just to annoy him. Izaya did look a bit nettled when he entered, but that vanished the moment he took in the room.

It wasn't a bad room, if Shizuo was to be honest. The living room was a good size, and it was already stocked with sturdy and stylish furniture. There was even a TV! Stepping in a bit more, Shizuo peered through the small dorm. Of course it had a kitchen; all the dorms did…Two bedrooms…And one bathroom.

Hmm. One bathroom. Would that cause problems? Shizuo sneaked a glance at Izaya, who was also looking at the bathroom and frowning slightly. Shizuo hoped that the flea didn't have a long morning beauty routine, but everything he knew about Izaya said otherwise.

Groaning and not looking forward to the next day, Shizuo stomped towards the small hallway that had two doors staring across at each other. Their bedrooms.

"Which room do you want, flea?" Shizuo asked, gesturing vaguely to both rooms. Izaya stopped looking distastefully at the bathroom to sulk over to Shizuo and examine the rooms.

"It's nice of you to give me a choice," he said absently, taking a step inside one of the rooms and surveying it. Shizuo ignored him.

"I'll have this one," Izaya said in regards to the room he was currently standing in. "It has a window, and since I figure beasts don't need sunlight, you should be fine without one."

Shizuo's lips curled in annoyance, and his hands twitched with longing to wrap them around the insufferable flea's neck. As it was, though, he still had the threat of expulsion, so he kept his hands to himself.

"Fine," Shizuo said, stalking into the other room. "Then this one's mine."

With that, Shizuo slammed the door in Izaya's face, and the two didn't speak for the rest of the night.

A/N: Yeaaah, not much happened in this chapter, did it? I'm sorry! It had to be done though; I had to set the scene for them living together, and I considered combining this chapter and the next one (of them actually doing things together), but then it got too long in my opinion. So you have...this. But, oh well! Like I said, it had to be done. I promise you that the next chapter will have some Shizaya action though, and I'll hopefully get it out more quickly than I did this one!

Thanks for reading!