𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ❥︎ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

The agonising sound of your alarm woke you up.

You didn't even remember setting it, and there wasn't a need to.

Nonetheless, it gave you an excuse to start forming good habits early that would benefit you later down the line.

You got up, showered, did your skin and hair care, and put on a white jumper and black jeans.

Coincidentally, the furniture company arrived shortly after you got dressed, and it wasn't long before your apartment was a pile of cardboard boxes and wood.

However, in order to make your life easier, the Entertainment District sent out their own personal handyman, which sped up the process of getting the furniture together.

The guy seemed nice enough, so you figured if you popped out for a bit to get some breakfast, there was a low chance of you coming back to the place in shambles.

You slipped on a pair of Uggs and quietly made your way out the front door.

Under the impression that people were still sleeping, you came close to tiptoeing towards the elevator.

But as you approached the thing, you felt a rather strong presence behind you.

"Good morning," you spoke, in an attempt to be friendly.

No response.

He was like a brick wall.

The doors opened, and he walked in first, avoiding eye contact with you as much as possible.

Which in turn made it more awkward.

The lift was oddly spacious, and he took it upon himself to stand as far away from you as possible.

You glanced up at him every now and again.

The lift came to a halt with a ding, and you almost called out after to him.

If you were going to be neighbours, you didn't want it to be so painfully awkward.

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You decided to push your thoughts about him to the side.

There were bigger things to focus on.

Like the smell of freshly baked croissants that were tickling your senses as you crossed the street.

You pushed open the cafe door, immediately getting met with warm air.

It was a pretty place.

Small and cosy, with vines and other greenery scattered around.

Various lights hung from the ceiling, illuminating the place, and in the corner was the small bakery with arrays of pastries and cakes.

It was heavenly.

You ordered a coffee and a croissant to go and brought it back home.

As much as you would've liked to stay, you had a busy day ahead.

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You managed to take the elevator in peace this time.

It had just gone past 8am when you arrived back, and the man was still hard at work.

"Thank you for doing this," you said, smiling.

"No problem!" he chuckled. "I'm glad I can help,"

You glanced at the name tag that was on his uniform

'Murata'

"Can I get you anything to drink?" you asked.

"Water would be great,"

Despite not having a very full kitchen, that much you could do.

You filled a glass up and handed it to him shortly before he went back to work.

You felt bad leaving him to basically, put together your entire apartment, so you offered to help where you could, but he seemed quite set on doing it himself so eventually you just left him to it.

Hours later, he had finished building everything you had ordered.

"Again, thank you so much," you said, as you led him towards the door.

He let out another soft chuckle. "It's fine honestly, it's what I'm here for."

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Over the next coming weeks, it would certainly feel a lot more homey, especially once you had bought more decor, but at least the base was done, and you had a comfy bed to sleep in.

You ended up popping out at around 4 pm. to stock up your fridge with necessities.

It took you ten minutes to drive down to the nearest supermarket, and it wasn't long before you were already driving back with multiple bags of food in the back.

You thought about what to cook, and decided to try a cook some sort of pasta dish. It was cold, and you craved carbs.

You clutched the bags tightly and made your way back up to the fith floor.

You dropped the bags to the ground as you reached the top, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth.

You leant forward and rested your hands on your thighs as you took a second to catch your breath

"May I ask why you're blocking the stairway?" a rather stern voice spoke.

Your eyes found their way to Giyuu, who was standing directly in front of you.

"Sorry, I'll move," You stood up straight again and began walking towards your door, bags in hand.

He gave a slight nod as a thank you to which you barely acknowledged.

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Hours later, when the moon was standing high and you had just finished eating, you emailed your new boss just to clarify a few things.

It was your first day, after all. Making a good impression was crucial.

You ended the day in a fresh set of pyjamas, hair washed, and skin care done. You placed the few dishes used in the dish washer and also gave your mum a quick call.

She worried about you, especially after your dad died when you were barely a teenager.

So, to put her heart at ease, you promised to call her every few days.

Despite not having done much, the moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

Only to be woken by the excruciating sound of your alarm the next day, at the early time of 5am.

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a/n: the story will speed up the next few chapters I promise 🫶