Understanding Him, Thread By Thread

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Juuzou stare at me with an intimidating look while I try to maintain my 'strict' composure.

'I can't believe that stopping him from buying sweets can lead into this situation' I grimace.

"Juuzou, we are waiting for 'Hanbee Abara' and I can't let you go out by yourself unless he deliver your personal belongings" I said in a calm voice,

Congratulating myself afterwards since I didn't stutter out of fear and uneasiness.

"And what's the connection of stopping me from buying sweets?" He asked quickly yet fluidly, his red eyes still staring at my (eye color) ones.

"I can't let a stranger come in my house just to depart your belongings!" I stated with furrowed eyebrows. "What if he hates you and plant a bomb in your clothes?"

"You don't know me before, but you let me in" Juuzou emphasize my past actions with a taunting smile.

I sigh at Juuzou's statement. "I let you in my household, out of worry and compassion ok?"

He rolled his eyes at my defending answer. "And Hanbee can't even kill a single ghoul before - let alone his human superior. Don't make baloneys about strangers"

'Wow, I can't believe you change the topic Juuzou' I stated sarcastically.

"I dont know the man, so I'm sorry" I concluded.

When he didn't response for a good two minutes, I thought that our discussion have come to an end.

I return to my current work - which is crocheting a red and black Jacket for Juuzou.

I'm glad that he didn't stand up and continue his plan to buy some sweets as he keep dazing off while sitting on the (favorite color) (leather/cotton/wood/plastic/etc) couch with his mouth open.

'He looks like a helpess fish out of the sea' I chuckled to myself when I glance at him.

Humming to myself, I untangle the thread of the red yarn from its natural style and started to get back to work.

I honestly don't know if he have any Jacket since he always re-use his clothes.

(In all honesty, I told him that he lack of proper hygiene when he use his 'unclean' clothes when he go to work - but he assured me that he changes his clothing with the help of his 'partner' Hanbee. Which, in my opinion, makes me feel uncomfortable when he mention that)

"You should be." Juuzou scoff, raising both his legs at the couch and hug them. I look at him with confusion but then remember that I unwillingly accused his 'partner'.

"Hanbee -despite his weak courage and uselessness in field- is a great guy" He said with his mouth on the top of the couch pillow.

His statement is muffled, but it's clear enough for me to hear and comprehend what he said.

"Hm, ok." I acknowledge him bluntly.

Silence accompany Juuzou's 'song of boredom' (on which he just wail and make weird comments such as 'The ceiling looks like Cochlea and a Quinque case' or something like that) as I keep working on his jacket, thinking of how he would react if I give it to him, and the possibility if he would like it or not.

I've been thinking a lot of him lately, worry a lot of his well being, and do small things such as buying him sweets after my job.

We've been living together in more than a week and he already has an effect to me...