If I Could Do You One Right...

A Day in the Life

~Shinobu's POV~

Despite how many people visit, it is no less quiet around here in the mornings. I've spent a good couple hours in mostly silence while getting ready for the day. Except for the ruffling around of the room I'm about to enter. It's been going on for a while, but so long as you're far away enough it can't really bother you. However, if you've been taking blissful walks from room to room to get things done, it is a sour spot in an otherwise enjoyable morning. Sliding the door open, the rustling suddenly stops and I get an undisturbed view worthy of a painting. The rays of the sun flood a single spot over his face, his stupid, pretty face. His hair dangerously sprawled out over the futon like a puddle, he lays his head on one hand and leaves the other in front of him as if soothing the ground, the light glints off his skin that hi lights a color of life rarely seen in the demon slayer corpse, it's the color of a normal person who hasn't lived and died many times to face demons. It all is well and good and very pretty, but the novelty wore off two weeks ago, and he still has two to go before I can kick him out.

"Oni-san, get your lazy butt off the floor. You're never really sleeping at this hour, I hate reminding you, ya know?" I step forward, his eye twitches and my brow ticks in response. Regardless of whether he does this on purpose, I don't have time to care for it. Squating in front of him, the serenity is lost and I can now see the wrinkles in his eyelids, the kind that come about from straining them too hard. He's not exactly blind but his eyes are very prone to drying out, and he happens to be laying right in front of the sun. Perfect!
"Nin nin." I poke his cheek, getting dangerously close to his eye, finally getting him to roll over at least, and even begin sitting up. I let my smile fade as I remember why I have to wake him up like this. "Today should be less hell for me. I'm having you take care of the orphan triplets, that's all." I get up and wait just in the doorframe to make sure he's getting up. Surely enough he is, but deliberately takes his time.

"Sumi-Chan tried to poke my eye out last time." He bemoans almost thirty seconds after I told him what to do.

"I couldn't imagine why." He pouts a bit and I walk away knowing he won't do much else but pout, moving on to-

"Do you know where my apron went?"

"Is that why you haven't been wearing it this weekend?!" I gave him an apron to wear while he's around the estate doing things, but ever since Saturday, I haven't seen him in it once. I've told him to put in on when I pass him, and later find him standing still scanning rooms without his apron on and by the next day gave up on telling him to put it on. Every time I asked he'd just say "yeah I'll put it on" or something. "Why did you wait until now to tell me you lost it!" He looks off to the side incredulously and blabbers on about how he didn't think he'd lost it until he went to bed Saturday, and then forgot he'd lost it and went about his day. I tell him to get to work and worry about the apron later, not that he was going to worry about it at all.

The nerve on this boy, I sometimes find it hard to believe we're the same age. I mean, where to even begin with him. But, let me try: if I had to describe L/n-kun in one word, it would be fallible. Which doesn't sound all that bad at first, but neither does he. He can get a job done quickly and efficiently, he has a great mind when he uses it right, he doesn't ask for much, physically exceptional even amongst demon slayers, flexible, a quick learner, and upsettingly easy on the eyes. So with so much going for him, you can look at his faults of forgetfulness, mischievous, laziness, and weak willed and put it past him. On paper, he's maybe an eight on a good day, probably honestly a six most of the time. Passable, but in execution it feels like he doesn't want you to rate him as any higher than a two!
Oni-chan often tells me not to judge people like that, because it's belittling by nature, but I think that it has its pragmatic purpose of putting into perspective how much I want him gone.