My Roommate Oga Tatsumi

Chapter 11

The days following the seminar Furuichi noticed how off Oga had been. He snapped more than usual and broodily stared at his phone. When he knew he had given a particularly bad verbal beating on the silvernette, he'd apologize profusely. The brute would hug and kiss Furuichi until the brute felt like it was enough to make up for his behavior. This emotional rollercoaster Oga was on made no sense to Furuichi so he avoided the brute as often as he could.

Burying himself in books at the library, Furuichi could only hope Oga was doing the same. The November Festival was fast approaching and now was the time to hoard as many points as possible. With winter break and final exams around the corner, Oga had less than two months to prove that he belonged on the campus just like every other student. Furuichi felt the stress prickle at the back of his neck. Sighing, he stretched and kneaded at the stress points.

Seriously. What's that guy's problem?

It irritated Furuichi even more to know that he was this affected by Oga's behavior. Outside of knowing that his financial aid is on the line, he wanted to blame Oga for distracting him from his studying by thinking about him so much. Furuichi knew though that he was genuinely concerned for the brute. So much for running away from his feelings now.

If someone were to ask Furuichi what falling in love feels like, then he'd answer that he had no idea.

If they were to ask Furuichi what it feels like to have deep feelings for someone, then he'd answer that it felt like the world's biggest splinter lodged in one of the main arteries of his heart.

Knowing that he wasn't going to get anymore studying done for the day, Furuichi packed up his things. Some ramen felt like it was in order. Furuichi walked in as someone was walking out. A severe, yet stunning blond made Furuichi instinctively want to fall back into old habits, but she gave him the worst glare he'd ever gotten from anyone. It shook him to the core. She merely had sniffed her nose and turned away. What a rude woman! It's a good thing she's hot.

The ramen shop was bustling with orders. A harassed looking young man ran between errands from barking customers and an even louder shop owner.

"A bowl of Tonkotsu ramen for me, please."

The silvernette parked himself in the corner while waiting for his meal. Something about that woman bothered him. He chewed pensively over piping hot noodles and briefly marveled at how Oga's sister made each bowl with great care despite the large quantity of orders. Leaving the exact change to cover the bill with the stressed out student, Furuichi trudged back home.

He really didn't want to deal with Oga's rollercoaster tonight. Furuichi had a paper due tomorrow evening and he wanted to finish the last touches before he submitted it. He was also sure that this must have been the first stages in the cycle of abuse. Sighing yet again, Furuichi thought about how much he had been sighing lately. Something's gotta give.

Opening the door, Furuichi was faced with a sight he'd never would've expected. There was the severe looking blond woman, sharing a heated kiss with the brute. His brute. Oga held her so desperately in his arms that Furuichi's heart yearned to be held in the same way.

"Da! Da! Dabu!"

When the startled couple pulled apart from each other, Furuichi saw a baby with a shock top of bright green hair and cruel black eyes. These pair of eyes matching the eyes Furuichi had come to know all too well.

"Ah...Furuichi. This is Hilda and Baby Be'el."

Furuichi, for all accounts and purposes, was proud of how he reacted. He calmly closed the door while simultaneously closing off his heart. "We've met. Sort of." Furuichi nodded in their direction then retreated to his bedroom. The silvernette deliberately went around his room on auto-pilot. He undressed then redressed. Then, he locked his door and crawled into bed. Furuichi left the television on to drown out all the noises from the ghosts outside his bedroom then fell asleep. He'd be damned if he let the brute win by crying no matter how loud his heart shattered in his chest.