My Favorite Assistant (Miya Osamu)

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I walked into my apartment, kicking my shoes off and closing the front door.

"I'm home!!!" I loudly called out, "Akko are you here?!"

But there was no reply, so that means I'm home alone.

This happens every so often which is not an awfully bad thing if you think about it differently. It's where one of us would be home alone for one night or two, usually it being me.

Me and my roommate don't have the same University schedules so we are always on and off, and sometimes we don't have the time to see each other for a while either. Even so, that doesn't mean it happens every day. We do have a lot of moments where we are together and having dinner too.

My roommate is Ueno Akiko and I actually met her by chance.

Currently, me and Akko are the bestest of friends in this world, our first meeting being when I moved into this lovely shared two-story apartment.

I was told by the landlord lady that Akko has lived here for around 4 months prior, and then our kind relationship evolved from there forwards.

Well in actuality... It was a little rough at the start...

I thought Akko was rather snobbish and rude when I first met her.

From the way she talked to the way she walked, I got the strangest headache.

She always told me what to do and what not to do as if I didn't know anything and was incapable of being independent. She also had this irritating habit of scolding me about my responsibilities; and it was always a type of scolding about how sharing this place will "affect her" if I don't follow certain guidelines. So whilst she complained about what I do, I for one never complained about her actions, which is why I got aggravated whenever she was staying home.

But I am a human being who can only hold so much in my poor, little old heart, therefore I bursted. Like a balloon. And after my outburst she also did the same, then all the time, we got into arguments non-stop.

Thus for a while, we didn't get along.

We could barely stay in the same room without feeling the need to click our tongues at each other very passive-aggressively. In fact, during one of our arguments, we ended up having a fight so big the landlady came upstairs to check on us, only to see us pulling hair off each other's scalps violently...

I don't usually do this, I am a very kind-hearted person, but I like to believe that one day we will experience in our lives where violence is the right answer.

I thought the stuck-up girl was arrogant as she disliked it when anyone goes against her. I couldn't deal with her snarling face and how she never talked to me directly, only spoke to me in an aloof way.

Who is this b*tch? Why is she such a b*tch?!?!?! Was what I often mouthed to myself.