Angelus → Gray Fullbuster

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"(Y/n) where's my cereal?" Gray asked as he rummaged the wooden closets attached on his kitchen.

"How would I know?" She answered from the living room as she munched a certain food that he's finding for a freaking thirty-minutes.

He went out with a tick mark on his forehead, "(Y/n)." He warned as he eyed the bowl she was holding.

"What?" She asked casually as she sat down on his sofa.

(Y/n) was here for seven freaking days and she thinks she owns the whole apartment, let me explain you some things,okay?

(Y/n) was a bit closer than Gray than the past few days, they didn't really mind whatever they're doing...from dancing on the living room to singing in the bathroom.

It seems a little too short for them to truly know a little bit of each other, but they did.

"You're eating it right now." He growled as dark aura resonated from his body.

"I am?" She asked innocently and look down from the bowl she was holding. "Oh." She said as she look up towards him while batting her thick eyelashes.

"I'm sorry." She said with a child like voice making Gray's tick mark bigger.

"What am I gonna eat now?" He asked while looking at her munching his favorite cereal with eagerness.

She stood up and walk towards him and hummed, "Here." She said as she hoisted the bowl of cereals towards his chest.

He looks at her with disbelief, there's only one piece of cereal left on the freaking bowl. "Do you think that it's enough for me?" He asked furiously.

"At least you have something to eat." She shot back as she raised her brows.

He puffed his cheeks as he stomp his feet on the ground like a child. "I'm famish."

"Yeah, that's why I gave you food."

"What should I say? Thank you so much?" He crossed his arms with his brows knitted together.

"Yes, and I'll say 'You're welcome' ." She spat as she air quoted putting the bowl of cereal on the coffee table cautiously.

"I was being sarcastic." He hissed.

"Yeah yeah." She said dismissively as she went to pick out her suitcase from her room.

You see, there's two rooms on Gray's apartment, one for him and  one for an unexpected guest.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a puzzled face, she's leaving?
He couldn't help but feel sad and betrayed—wait. Sad and betrayed? That's new for his vocabulary.

He was about to tell her to stay for a few more days when she hummed a catchy tone making his anxieties go down for a bit.

"Tell me, what are you doing?" He asked again.

She didn't even bothered answering him, instead she opened the suitcase revealing her pile of clothes and a wallet tuck on the side.

Before he can even question her, she close the suitcase with a swish and swiftly took hold of his wrist not minding the bag resting on his sofa.

He suddenly felt dizzy, his stomach was churning—not in a bad way but it feels like there's butterflies inside.

"Since you took me in for about a week now, I'll pay you." She explained as she dragged him out of his apartment.

"What?" He asked confusingly. What in the world did she eat?
She's freaking broke and she wants to pay him back?
That's ridiculous.

He was going to contradict on her fooling idea when she spoke.
"Just trust me." His eyes shot wide when she flashed him a smile and his heart escalated from mellow to fast.

Her smile was so radiant that the sun would be jealous.

How can a girl make him feel like this?