No strings attached

Pt.15- For my amusement

The two men were currently at the elder's house now. The stuff that the worker had bought from the store was sitting on the counter. With his good hand, he began taking the stuff out of the bags before pausing.

"Where do I put my stuff?"

"Just put it in the fridge or in the cabinets. I don't really care where you put it."

"Ok."

Kirishima walked up behind him. "Let me help you." He took the stuff from the others hands and began assisting him in putting the stuff away. His suggestion of offering aid, not really having been a question, but more of a statement.

"I don't need your help. I can put the stuff away all on my own." Yokozawa stated flatly, beginning to feel a bit self conscious. When he received no response, he only released a tired sigh. Kirishima was no doubt ignoring him. "Are you just going to ignore me?"

"No, I'm listening. You haven't really said anything that's worth a response, though. Is there something you need?" He asked, turning his attention towards the younger. "If not, then let me finish putting away these few things."

The gray eyed male scowled, his eye twitching slightly. It took all of his willpower to hold him back from saying what he wanted to say. If he voiced his complaints and let his sentiments spew out, for sure they would've gotten into an arguement. Deciding to keep his feelings at bay he just nodded. "Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok. Thank you for helping me put my things away." He clarified, staring down at the tiled floor.

Kirishima hummed softly. "You're welcome."

Yokozawa stood there silently, waiting for the other to finish up. Once he was done, they made their way back to the living room and sat on the couch. A tension filled quietness set over them as neither one knew what to do now. It was like one of those plans that kind of drew to a close because you didn't think ahead or plan anything out.

"Now what?"

"Do you want to watch TV?"

"You're paying me fifty grand to watch TV with you?"

"I'm paying you fifty-thousand to keep me company and spend the night, but if you want to be technical- yes. I'm paying you to watch the television with me. Now what do you like watching?"

He watched the worker ponder for a bit before his eyes lit up. "I like watching action movies and documentaries."

"Documentaries? Like, historical ones, or murder mystery ones."

"Who watches historical documentaries for fun? The only people who do that are history teachers."

"Hey, there's some decent ones out there."

Yokozawa blinked at him. "No there isn't. I bet you've never even seen one."

"Ok, you got me. I don't watch TV all that much. Work usually takes up most of my time."

"Well just put anything on. I don't care what it is, as long if it's not a chick flick."

"Chick flicks are decent-

"Shut the fuck up with that."

Kirishima let out an amused laugh. Why was this man so mean? His personality was so cold and straightforward, he couldn't tell if he was naturally like that, or if this was the type of character he'd developed for the job he did. "Are you always like this? Are you ever nice to anyone?"

"I'm nice to people who deserve my kindness."

"Do I not deserve your kindness?"

"No." Yokozawa stated flatly, a soft smirk twitching at his lips. "I reserve that for people who don't get on my nerves."