Housemates (Keisuke Baji x Reader)

- Fruity -

“Bruno Mars dropped another single.”

“Really?!”

“Yep, and we're about to die.”

Before Baji Keisuke can even ask for an explanation, a shadow was casted down on the figure of the two of you. You didn't bothered to look up and merely prepared a polka dots umbrella with a text written in cartoon font that says ‘fuck life ’. There's no logic on how to explain where the hell did that umbrella came from but Baji Keisuke didn't asked any questions. He merely looked up to see what caused the shadow and when he did, he saw not superman, not a plane, but a bird. A bird with an unpinned grenade in its mouth— a stork with a bomb flying over your heads.

It was the same stork from the park and your apartment.

Frozen in disbelief with a brain about to short-circuit, Baji was only broken from his trance when he felt an arm grasp his waist and someone pull him closer. Only then did he realized that, yes, your arm is on his waist right now, and yes the proximity is very close, your breaths are almost mixing, and yes again, the two of you are under one ridiculous-looking umbrella— and yes again, THE STORK LITERALLY DROPPED THE GRENADE ON THE TWO OF YOU.

Luckily, there's a polka-dots umbrella covering your head, however, Keisuke may be a bit dull on the head but how can a flimsy umbrella protect your lives from an unpinned grenade?!

But it did just that. The bomb exploded but the two of you remained whole. He doesn't know which galactic material your umbrella was made from but it surely didn't got scratched from the grenade that the stork delivered. Alien craftsmanship supremacy.

“And he dropped another single.” You said nonchalantly and folded your umbrella in the same manner. Where did it even went?

Only then did Baji Keisuke realized that the one you're talking about earlier was not the musician. “You named the stork ‘Bruno Mars’?”

“Makes sense for someone who dropped ‘Grenade’, am I right?”

You're not wrong but Baji can't say if you're right either.

“Let's go home. These groceries are heavy.”

Earlier that day, you and Baji Keisuke went out to buy groceries. The pair of you decided to cook for dinner tonight and welcome his mother with a warm meal. After all, Mrs. Baji has been a caring mother to the two of you.

Once you arrived at the apartment unit, Baji kicked the door open for you, his actions will surely make the landlord lose a few strands of his hair only if he saw it. The unit is empty. His mother went out for some business and will only return at evening. It's just you and Keisuke for the day.

Keisuke, a delinquent he may be, is a caring neighbor and host, maybe a bit of a friend too if you stretch it enough. He took the bags of groceries in your hand after he placed his on the kitchen counter. A small ‘thank you’ fell from your lips followed by a smile when he also brought you water.

The long walk from the grocery store and the hot travel under then sun made you exhausted. It consumed too much of your energy and made you feel a bit faint.

Exhausted, you laid your head on the flat surface of the table, your arm supporting your tired head. That's how Baji Keisuke found your figure. Tired and obviously weak at the moment.

“Are you sick?” He asked with worried curiosity. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead and frowned deeper. “You're a bit hot.”

“Just a bit?”

That made the tall male groan in annoyance. Never mind being concern to you, he won't bother anymore. He's totally not walking back to the kitchen to rummage the cabinet and find some medicine for you. He's totally not bothering to fill another glass of water to go with the medicine at his hand.

“Here, drink this.” Yep, Baji Keisuke will not bother and care anymore. Your ungrateful ass doesn't deserve his kindness.

You obediently took the medicine and water he offered and sent your gratitude to Keisuke. Then returned to your earlier lazy position and watched as he went around the unit and tidy it.

After Keisuke cleaned up the house a bit, he joined you and rested his head on the table. The two of you laid your head on the flat surface of your desk, with your arms as your pillow. The intimate position was unplanned, especially how you're basically face to face with each other and at an equal eye level. You can gaze deeply in each other's eyes, and no urging was needed for the two of you to do just that.

None of you speak. You just stare at each other, hoping to read the thoughts running in the mind of the person in front of you.

But quiet looks can not answer what the ears seek to hear. Nor does it helps in explaining the atmosphere between the two of you.

You gazed into his sharp eyes and opened your mouth to ease the strange mood, “What if we become fruits.”

“Then I'll be the banana and you'll be the peach.”

“You really wanna be fruity with me, huh?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips due to your last sentence. You're not blind nor dense. You see and smell the fruitiness that exudes from you and Baji's interactions. It smells like mangoes and strawberries, of melon and apples— of bananas and peaches.

There's something going on between the two of you that exceeds mere fruits and friendly neighbor banters. A beginning for an enemies to lovers, perhaps?

“Shall we date?” You asked randomly, head rested on your arm over a desk as you look at him that's in the same position.

And he merely stared at you with honest eyes. Baji Keisuke reached the fingers that fits in the gaps of his hand. “Aren't we already?”

There was silence. Not of discomfort nor of the awkwardness after an abruptly ended conversation. It was comfortable, heavy with emotions, and just sappy romantic. Two heads rest on the flat of a desk, and two pair of eyes stare at each other— drowning in their favorite addictive fruit cocktail that they only see in each other's eyes.

“Yes, we are.”

“And even if we're not, we will now.” He added to your agreement.

The two of you are not oblivious to the tension. And the two of you are fully aware that somehow, you bagged an insignificant other. Maybe now you're not just fruity. And at this moment you're no longer just neighbors or housemates. Now, the pair of you are two labeled fruits— being fruity with label.

You just wonder how you'll explain your new relationship to his mother, not that much would probably change. But that's a problem for later.

For now, you'll just stare into his eyes and make a smile that reflects his.

“We should really start on that erotica.”

Of course, the moment was easily lost when you opened your mouth. Maybe you should really just start with that erotica.