A Little to the Right (Ken Sato x Reader)

One

"Bacon Pancakes 🥞🥓, makin' bacon panca----"

      A loud crash from your bedroom, (yes it has been three days since Ken arguably bought your house and Rony is all to blame, and you haven't seen him in the office since that day he called you), made you jump and toss the pancake onto the floor. Deym it! My pancake!

      "URGHH! What are you doing up there!? Come down here and look at my pancake!"

      You can hear the closet door open and close, heavy footsteps romping around upstairs. There was a loud thump and you hear Ken grunt. "I'm going to be late!" Ken nearly slid down the stairs but composes himself. "Why didn't you wake me up? I have a press conference today and I'm going to be late."

      You shrug. The days you had spent with him went by a blur. You never see him around as he disappears until the dead of night. It made you think what he was doing out at night. This is the only time that the two of you had a decent talk even though it's short. "You hate mornings. Thought you would sleep again till three in the afternoon." You hand him his mug sporting the phrase, "I Hate Mornings". "Here, I made it extra strong, just how you like it." Even though you don't know what type of coffee he likes, you are still a nice person. Or maybe you just got used to serving coffee after spending your time at the café.

      It's weird that you feel comfortable around him in just a short span of time considering that you're the type of person who isn't keen in living with a stranger, well, a famous person, but still a stranger to you. You pick up the pancake from the floor and just stare at it.

      "You're going to eat that, are you?" He looks at you with disgust as he sips from the mug. You tried to be decent around him but this is one way you could think of that would get him to leave, and that's to be unsanitary, of all other possible solution and you decided to stick with it.

      "Are you going to watch me eat it then?" You smirk 😏.

      He was revolted. "Why are you even still here? You're squatting in my house and that's illegal."

      You frown. "You're the one who's squatting in my house and you have the audacity to kick me out. You even claimed my bedroom as your own and now I'm stuck with the couch." You flail the pancake in front of his face. "And I'm not going to leave anytime soon because this house was a gift to me and I'm going to treasure it."

       "Well then, just suit yourself. If you get annoyed by my presence, you're free to leave whenever you like." He chugs the coffee and tosses the mug at you, nearly hitting you in the chest, luckily you catch it on time. "By the way, don't be over dramatic, there's a spare bedroom. Why don't you use that."

       "You're loaded! You could get a mansion and yet here you are." You wanted to grab him by his shirt and shake him until he realizes that you're crazy and you are not sane but that's all in your mind and it makes you smile.

       "Stop looking at me with those crazy eyes." An alarm goes off from his watch and he huffs. Without saying another word, he grabs his jacket and leads himself out of the door.

      You wondered what was the alarm about, you know that its not just a notification for his upcoming interviews. But you felt that there was something more to it, though, you don't want to think about it.

      You stand in the kitchen, contemplating on what to do with the pancake and what to do about your situation. Yes, you think that it is weird that you're living with a star baseball player but you couldn't just leave the house and give it to him. You had so many memories here. Ailen doesn't even know about the arrangement and knowing her, she would tear Ken into shreds if she had the chance to.