Guns And Love (Soukoku)

Living together

The ginger quirked a brow up in amusement, happy with the answer.

"So you like me?" 

The brunettes eyes narrowed as if asking himself before spitting out, " No. I don't like you either." 

The ginger chuckled, approaching the other, "Then do you like me or not?" 

Dazai glanced at the other before scoffing, "Neither."

With that said, he turned and proceeded to continue making his way to the car.

The ginger hummed, locking arms with the brunette and continuing, "Why don't you stay with me because I can't have you living in a tiny store room." 

The brunette snatched his arm back and turned to face the other. Noticing the other's hesitation, he started, " Would you rather live at the port mafia?" 

Dazai seemed to have narrowed his eyes further before sighing, " Fine." 

The ginger smiled in triumph as he followed the brunette who started walking towards the pent house again.

The ginger only remembered entering his pent house and the brunette ranting to him about why such a big pent house didn't have a guest room.

"Just sleep on the bed." The ginger sighed, he was currently sitting on the couch, head resting on the back rest of the couch.

"No. I'll sleep on the couch." 

The ginger only then wondered why this penthouse only had one bedroom. Not that it was a bad thing but it wasn't feasible.

The ginger frowned at the other's statement and he stood up abruptly, making the brunette flinch from shock. 

"Fine, you sleep in the room and I'll sleep on the couch." 

He only used that room to sleep. He didn't have any personal belongings there either.

The brunette raised a brow at the other as he was about to retort but the ginger seemed to shut him up as he pushed him to the bedroom, slamming the door close and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. He only then realised that dealing with the brunette was a pain in the neck. It was giving him a headache. He slammed the cup on the kitchen table, he was starting to regret the suggestion of the brunette living with him.

He glanced at the room door and raised a door, he hadn't heard any noise coming from the other's room. Well, his room.

He softly opened the door, half expecting the brunette to throw something at him. He sometimes wonders whether the brunette forgotten that he was boss and on a higher status than him.

He was surprised to see the brunette's duffer bag abandoned somewhere in the middle of the room and the brunette comfortably on the bed, sleeping away with light and shallow breaths.

He couldn't hide the smile on his lips, the brunette seemed to be getting well-needed rest. He decided on showing him around when he woke up. 

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The brunette had slept for a good four hours, the longest in days. He yawned as he stretched. He would have wanted more sleep but upon noticing his still unopened duffer bag, he decided against it. He didn't have much things to organise anyways.

With that, he encouraged himself to start unpacking, starting from his blanket which he placed aside, along with the dagger and gun with extra bullets. He had stolen them from the mafia's weaponry area, he purposely only took one so no one would notice. He hummed thoughtfully before placing them in the nightstand drawer, easier to reach. He would've placed it under his pillow but that'll be uncomfortable to sleep on.