*:･ﾟYou Bet I Stare ･ﾟ:*

CHAPTER 50 - eye know

KOU
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As I stared down at Sousuke waiting for him to shake my hand, I could feel myself grow overwhelmed with deja vú.. and it didn't even help that this random guy was standing right next to him.

"Not much of a hand shaker? That's fine." I softly smile and take my hand back. "Uhh.. Mitsuba, I'm gonna go grab some more of your things out of your car while you get acquainted with your cute little Instagram partner." "Oh.. okay.." He nods a bit and watches the guy leave and shut the door, and now it was just the two of us.

What the hell was I meant to say? All this time I've been trying to play it cool and act like I have no idea who he is, but it simply just isn't true. He was literally the first love of my life that I gave so much to, and he had no idea who the hell I was.

"Hopefully you don't mind having the left side of the room.. it just felt more comfortable for me to take this side because this is basically how I have my bed set up at my other place."

You're probably curious as to why I chose to live in the dorms when I'm already putting rent down on my own place, and to put it simply, I felt as though it would save me way more money in gas to live on campus rather than a long ass way away. I told Teru that since Dad was going to be living in our family home much more often, he could crash at my place anytime. It would save the place from being abandoned. Mainly though—I knew that if Mitsuba was gonna live in the dorms, I should too because it would be basically be a given that we would be paired with each other considering that our last names are so similar.

I also knew that Sousuke slept with his bed on the left half of his room, so hopefully by giving him the left side of the room would make him feel more comfortable. I couldn't tell him I knew that though, so I played it cool by crouching back on the floor and digging in one of the boxes I had already opened.

"I.. actually sleep with my bed on this side of the room back at home, so it sort of works." "Sweet, I guess it's a win win then." I softly smile before glancing over at Sousuke as he opens one of his suitcases, then I looked back down into my box of random crap as I figured that some small talk wouldn't hurt. "So.. where are you from? Are you new around here or—"

I already know the answer to this.. he's lived here all his life.

"No, not at all. I've lived here forever, but listen.. before you ask me any more crappy popcorn questions, I have ground rules."

Oh brother, here comes the bossiness.

"I get that you're probably here just to make friends with a bunch of losers just so you can make fun of them, but I'm not in the mood for any of that. You've already given me a handful of reasons to hate you, and I'm not afraid to throw hands if you start getting all creepy again." "Hate is a strong word." "And so is my will to hate you." "Oh bullshit.. you haven't even known me for 2 minutes, give or take, so will you relax?" "No, I'm trying to show you that I'm not as cute and innocent as I look.. and in reality, I'm the worst person ever. Especially if you get on my bad side." "Please man, any more pick me generic npc comments from you and I might actually barf." "That reminds me! If you make a mess, you clean it up. I'm not gonna be your maid, even though I certainly look the part." My eyebrows raise as he continues unpacking his clothes. "What do you mean you look the part?" "People always tell me on social media that because I'm so cutesy and adorable for a guy, some rich guy would die to have me as a maid." "What the hell social media have you been on? There's no way anyone would ever say that.." "Oh shut up! I can dream if I want to!" "So your dream is for people to tell you that you would make a cute maid? That's kinda weird.." I mutter, feeling my face grow warm as I start to picture him as a maid. "It isn't weird! Maids make hella money." "Sure man, whatever you say." I bring my hand up to my face and wipe it in hopes of the obvious redness going away. "Did you bring a tv?" Mitsuba looks at me before walking over to the closet. "Uhh.. no, I didn't have one to bring. Was I meant to?" "No, but having a tv would be nice so I could tune your ass out. I already don't like you that much." "How can I change that? You've said you hated me twice now." "By not being a senseless moron, that's how."