one [sachio ueda]

e l e v e n : m a i

"What the fuck?" Sachio belted, holding his right hand with his left hand.

"I tried to warn you-" I panicked.

"Are you Hulk or what?" He hissed, looking down at his shaking hand.

"No." I whispered, not knowing how to help him.

"I knew it! You're an alien, aren't you?" He gasped. "That's why you don't eat anything from Earth."

"Have you lost it?"

"Yes, I've lost it! I've lost my hand."

He was overreacting now. Never had I thought that the calm, composed and intimidating leader of Housen would be an annoying pigeon.

"Let me see." I moved his left hand away. "There's nothing. You're hand's fine."

"I have a sprain so how would it be visible to you on the outside? Use your brain."

I frowned again, taking out an ice pack from the refrigerator. I held his hand in place and held the ice pack on top with my other hand. He just couldn't stop hissing.

Why does everyone try to make me feel guilty? As if I don't feel bad already. It's not even my fault. He was the one who wanted to arm wrestle. How is it my fault that he lost?

I let out a deep breath. My eyes flickered up to his face when I realised he had stopped whining.

He was looking at my face. Not even at our hands. His gaze was softer than usual, because of the sprain, I guess.

"Hold this yourself. I'm going to sleep." I grunted as I started feeling uncomfortable because of him staring down at me.

"No. You have to hold this. I got hurt because of you."

"Because of me? You're the one who wanted to know who's stronger!"

"You provoked me!"

"So? Are you a child?"

"Enough!" He yelled back.

There is no point in arguing with someone who never accepts their mistake or who thinks they're right all the time. There's also no point in talking to someone dumb like Sachio.

I looked down at his hand again, examining and trying to find out where exactly the sprain is. I kept pressing different points on the surface of his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find out where you got hurt."

"My entire hand is paining."

Yeah, he was faking it.

I pinched the skin between his thumb and index finger, making him yelp and withdraw his hand.

"What was that for?" He cried.

"For your acting. You can act better than me."

"My injury is serious! I will tell everyone that you hit me."

"I didn't hit you!" I raised my eyebrows. "And if you tell people that a girl hit you, your position as the leader of Housen will be questioned."

His expression fell immediately.

"Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?"

"A fucking pigeon." I spat. "Get a haircut and a bath or something."

He gasped dramatically, walking out of the kitchen. I could hear his steps on the stairs.

Never knew that he'd be affected by words so easily. He even went so far to take a bath at night just because I told him to.

I sank into the sofa, set an alarm and tried going to sleep. I felt a bit shy to sleep on the beds. It wasn't my bed after all. The only option left was the sofa. Soon, my neck started aching.

How did Sachio even sleep here? I crawled down on the floor near Coco's bed with a small pillow from the sofa.

I'll be sleeping with Coco as if I'm her actual mother. Wonderful.

I could hear Sachio inside the shower from the ground floor.

Come to think of it, how am I even surviving living under the same roof as him? I remember when I wanted to get married to Sachio like a fangirl and daydreamed of how life would be with him. Now that I see it, it's dreadful. Awful. Terrible. Appalling. Horrifying. I would rather die than marry a guy like him.

I shifted closer to Coco, assuming I will be able to fit under her small blanket. It was cold. I'm used to it though. I closed my eyes and drifted off, trying to ignore the sound of water on the first floor and Sachio singing like a crow.