Accidentally Roommates | TanKana

Chapter 3: Adapting to Each Other

A week has passed since the events happened in the apartment. Them, (or more like Kanao) clashing, was threw away out the door, totally forgetting it as they have finally figured that they will share the apartment with each other, seeing that the both of them desperately needs somewhere to stay. 

Living together was a test neither Tanjiro nor Kanao anticipated would be so challenging. It had only been a few weeks since they moved into the same apartment due to a landlord mix-up, but it felt like an eternity of bickering. While they had set ground rules and boundaries to each other, that didn’t stop the constant arguments.

Kanao who laid in her bed, could only switch positions after positions, sleep hasn't drifted her off yet. She went outside the bedroom and decided to drink some water to rehydrate herself. As she stepped outside, she was met by the sleeping Tanjirou in the couch, softly snoring with his messy sleeping position.

The two of them have agreed a schedule on when will they use the bedroom by theirselves, but for Tanjirou seeing a girl sleeping on the couch is one thing that he doesn't want to see, that's why they agreed on Kanao uses the bedroom, while he sleeps at the living room, not minding it, at all.

Kanao's heart flutter at his attitude of being a gentleman, but it didn't blew away the frustrations she's been feeling the past few days that they've been living together. He has some really bad habits that she found annoying, and him lazying around was one of it.

She's starting to think that he might be the worst roommate she could ever have... She sighs. Going back to her bedroom oncs she finished drinking the water.

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They have a very peaceful neighborhood..

But when there's silence in the neighbourhood, there will always be that one house who will be loud as you can imagine...

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Accidentally Roommates
Chapter 3: Adapting to Each Other

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----- the past few days -----

“Mr. Kamado Tanjirou,” Kanao’s voice cut through the stillness of the morning.

Tanjirou, halfway through tying his shoes, looked up. “Yeah?”

“Your clothes. Clean them. Now.” Kanao’s tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

His head turned to look at the overflowing basket, then back at her with a casual shrug. “Later, I’ll do them.”

“Later when? Until my flowers start to wilt by how they are starting to smell?” Kanao shot back, her patience wearing thin.

Tanjirou chuckled, thinking she was joking, exaggeratingly. “I’ll get to it, promise.”

But Kanao wasn’t amused. She simply narrowed her eyes at him, "Just make sure you do." she said before she went back to her breakfast, now simmering with frustration.

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Tanjirou wasn’t much of a morning person, but the smell of burning oil was enough to wake anyone up in a hurry. He hurried into the kitchen, where he found Kanao staring at a pan of something that looked more like charred debris than food.