{Kagehina} Our Time Together

Ready? Set?!?! Life!! (Shouyou)

College is hard. There I said it.

It's so damn hard. There's too much work to do. And I have a job. And I have volleyball practice. And I have homework. And I'm in a relationship. And I have to worry about not getting killed by that cat that lurks around our apartment complex. It reminds me too much of Kenma. But more like an evil version of Kenma.

"No Shouyou you may not go to the bathroom." or "No Shouyou you can not eat in class." And worst of all, "No Shouyou you may not play volleyball in class.... Or the hallways."

The only escape from this terrible terrible fated world is in a tiny apartment located on the third floor with a welcome mat that says, "You are here."

Looking back on it, it was something funny to buy with Tobio but now it's a somewhat regretted decision because that five dollars could have bought me some more food or something. It's too late to return it now but it's funny to look at.

I open the door to my, er- Tobio and I's apartment (it feels weird saying that because I still can't get over the fact that I'm living with him), and the lights were off, meaning Tobio wasn't here yet. Then I remember it's a Wednesday. Tobio works late on Wednesdays.

Speaking of Tobio, I got a bone to pick with him for leaving me in that sushi last night. I yelled at him for a bit this morning but I woke up late so I didn't get to yell at him as much as I wished to.

I step inside and lock the door behind me before taking my shoes off. I flip on a light switch and the lights above momentarily blind me. I'll never get used to these bright lights.

I blink a few times before stepping into our living room and throw my bag on the floor. I close my eyes and stand in the middle of the room, reminiscing about the time when we bought this place.

Bought is a strong word. We're more like renting. But that's besides the point.

We both wanted a place not far from either of our colleges and this was the only place that had a somewhat equal, but good, distance from both.

Now I'm not saying it's terrible, but I'm not saying it's perfect either. We have loud neighbors (who constantly fight), we have a carpet that smelled like cat pee when we first moved in (still does a little but I drowned the carpet in febreze), and we have that stupid popcorn ceiling (sometimes if I look up at just the right time, one little piece will fall into my eye).

The good thing about the apartment is that we can paint the walls and hang whatever we want. Also the kitchen isn't huge but it's not small either. I can't cook, but sometimes I like to try because it's a nice thing to cook for the one you love. Tobio can cook and I'm so glad he can.

I open my eyes and walk into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator. We still have sushi left over, looks like that's my dinner. Tobio eats at work. He works at Burger King and I've been banned from going there while he's working. *Cough* Totally not my fault, I'll tell you that story some other day.

But moving on, on our first day at our apartment I was going to cook, and Tobio didn't know I couldn't cook. He found that out yesterday. But I asked him to set the table while I went to go change into something that can get food stains on (hey you never know) and when I finished changing, he comes and tells me, "Bad news Shouyou. I can't set the table."

"What?" I gave him a look. Like how hard is it to put two damn plates and some utensils on the table?

"It's too heavy to lift myself." Tobio said answering my question.

"What?!?!" And then right as I said it, I realized that what he meant.

He wanted to set the table like he wanted to set a volleyball.

I burst out laughing and I couldn't stop. "Go cook!" Was all I could get out and Tobio had the reddest face ever but went to go cook us dinner.

I never asked him to set the table again.