This fic was supposed to be a looooong one-shot but I don't have the energy to write it all at once, so I decided to break it into a few chapters. I'm not sure about how long it'll be, it'll all depend on my free time and if people get interested in this fic. I have a LOT of ideas for this story, and while I'm really anxious to write them all, I'd like to see what people think of it for now. Thanks for all the support and lovely messages, you guys are great! (also posted on my tumblr, hiriki)

"...I'm home."

The lazy sound of his own voice startled Saruhiko a little – after all those months, he was still not really used to announcing his presence to another person after coming home from work.

It was even harder to get used to the simple idea of sharing a roof with Yata Misaki.

"No!" An angry voice came from the kitchen while Saruhiko tossed his boots in a random corner of the entrance hall. The young man furrowed his brows.

"Excuse me?"

"Don't come in!"

Ignoring Yata's answer, he sighed and made his way to the kitchen, avoiding Yata's murderous glare as soon as he tossed himself in a nearby chair.

"Don't ignore what I say! Get your ass out of here!"

"Then don't 'no' me." Saruhiko pouted a little. "It's my house too, you know."

"Who cares?! I'm not done with dinner! I can't cook properly with you controlling what I put on our meals and having an attack every time I touch a fucking vegetable!"

"You're being overdramatic."

"And what are you even doing here at this time?! Your shift is not over yet, is it?! It's too damn earlier!" He waved a clean pot ferociously as he talked, an accusatory glare fixed on the other boy.

"Shouldn't people feel calmer when they cook? You look like you could skin a living animal with your bare teeth."

"You didn't answer my fucking question!"

Saruhiko sighed heavily and got up from his chair, walking until he got a bit closer to the other boy.

"Is it that horrible I'm home earlier?" Yata kept glaring at him, and Saruhiko clicked his tongue. "Tch. I just managed to finish my work earlier. I didn't think it'd bother you so much."

The words made Yata raise his eyebrows for a second, lips pursed in nervousness.

"I, uh, I'm not bothered-"

"You screamed 'no' as soon as I got home. That's pretty rude, Misaki."

"I-It's just that- I can't bring myself to cook properly with s-someone else watching me! It makes me nervous!"

"I got it, I got it. I will let you play with your pots alone." Yata opened his mouth to protest, but Saruhiko silenced him with a quick kiss on his forehead. "I'll take a bath while you finish it."

"Don't kiss my forehead, I'm not a fucking kid."

"…Someone's anxious for adult's time-"

"Go take your goddamn bath!"

"Mm." Saruhiko leaned in to kiss his forehead once again, grinning mischievously at the boy before turning around.

Yata's eyes followed him as Saruhiko left the kitchen, lips still pursed and a rosy tone coloring his cheeks. They've been living together for a while, but they just couldn't get used to each other – each fight was still full of competition, each awkward moment still made Yata blush like the virgin he wasn't anymore; each kiss still felt like the first.

The smell of his own cooking awakened him from his daze, and he was so busy paying attention to the frying pan that he didn't notice it when Saruhiko came back to the kitchen two minutes after leaving to take a bath. When he turned around to grab a plate, Yata almost jumped in surprise, eyes focusing on Saruhiko's hands as they discarded his blue jacket carelessly on another chair.

"Uwah! What are you doing here?!"

"…I live here."

"Don't play dumb with me! And stop throwing your clothes everywhere!"

Saruhiko clicked his tongue, his head resting on his left hand. Yata was about to complain once again about his unwanted presence on his kitchen, until he noticed how tired Saruhiko looked. He didn't know much about SCEPTER 4's working methods, but the fact that Saruhiko always looked so exhausted after a day of work only made his distaste for the Blues grow.

"…You look like crap."

"Thanks. I feel loved."

Yata waved his hand quickly in the air, trying to repel Saruhiko's commentary as if it was an invisible fly.

"Why don't you just go and take a bath? You'd feel better."

"…I don't want to."

The small amount of hesitation that came before Saruhiko's answer made Yata furrow his eyebrows in suspicion. He wasn't exactly the best person to notice when others were being honest or not, but living with Saruhiko made him realize how much his old friend lied to others and to himself, especially when it involved his own feelings. In Yata's vision, that was an unhealthy habit, so he was trying his best to change that bit about Saruhiko's mentality. He could already notice a few patterns that showed up when Saruhiko lied to him – he'd talk quickly and, unlikely most liars, he'd look Yata straight in the eye. Oh, and there was also the small moment of silence that preceded each one of his lies.

Living together with someone was, indeed, the best way to know the said person.

"Why not?"

Saruhiko glanced at him.

"Shouldn't you be cooking?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just want to know what's keeping you from taking a bath."

"I just said I don't feel like it, didn't I? Don't make a fuss over it."

Yata took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from feeling annoyed at the young man. Saruhiko wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with – damn, he knew it since middle-school -, but he was getting the hang of it. Besides, he felt a little responsible for him. He was the older one. Okay, a few months older. But a few months were much more relevant than 11 centimeters, he was sure.

Also, he cared a lot about that idiot.

"…Alright. When you decide to talk about it, I might think about washing your back." He grinned.

"Oh? Who said I was interested in having a midget washing my back?" Saruhiko forced a smirk on his face, trying to sound as uninterested as possible.

Once again, Yata opened his mouth, ready to throw the angriest answer that he could think about, but the soft smell of his own fried rice calmed him down. Saruhiko was right – cooking was a calming activity, after all.

He turned his attention to his food once again, humming at the familiar sensation of Saruhiko's glare opening a hole in his back. He knew what was happening – he was tempted. He wanted to talk, yet he didn't really. At some point, he'd give in.

"…There's a thing in the bathroom."

"Bingo", Yata though as he grinned to his fried rice, almost expecting it to grin back at him. He was glad Saruhiko couldn't read his thoughts, or else he'd tease him until his next life about how saying "Bingo" was the kind of thing that only an old man with no family would do.

"A thing?"


"Like, toothpaste?"

"Shut up, Misaki."

Yata's laughter was blissful and loud, and its sound put Saruhiko in a daze. Yata felt accomplished – it was so rare when he was the one being sarcastic and not the other way around.

"So, you won't tell me?"

Saruhiko didn't answer immediately; he was probably still sulking at Yata's sudden disposition for unfunny jokes.

"…Spider." He muttered.


"Tch. A stupid spider. On the bathroom."

Yata stared at him for almost a minute.

"And you're, um, scared of it?"

Saruhiko snorted so loudly that Yata almost jumped in surprise.

"Who's scared?" He clicked his tongue. "I just don't have any energy left to deal with stupid animals, that's all."

"Ha! You sound a little scared to me."

"I don't want to hear that from the guy who's afraid of ghosts and skirts."

"I-I'm not afraid of s-skirts!" He threw an icy glare at the other boy. "A-And you better treat me well if you want me to kill the damn spider for you!"

"Huh? Who asked you to do that?"

"Ha! You're not going to do it, are you?" If eyes could smirk, Yata's eyes would be smirking. "Leave it to the man of the house! And watch over the food while I'm at it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Damn righ- wait, what did you just fucking call me?!"

"My bad, Misaki. It's a natural reflex. Blame it on the Lieutenant."

"As if! You damn-"

"Also", Saruhiko raised his voice, his fingers moving Yata's bangs away from his face ", you'll have to wash my back."


"You said you'd do so if I told you what was bothering me."

Yata looked like he was about to scream at him again, but his eyes softened and there was a ghost of a laugh in his lips.

"You sure like having me around you, don't you, monkey?" He pointed with his chin at the unfinished meal, completely missing Saruhiko's surprised expression. "Watch it for me, will you? Gotta kill a spider."

He disappeared in the hallway, humming softly in his way to the bathroom. Saruhiko remained in the same place, the image of Yata's playful smile dancing in his eyes. He simply couldn't get used to it – he couldn't get used to a happy Yata living with him, being angry, happy and loving because of him and him only; it was just too much. Hell, he didn't care if they were to live in a hole full of spiders; having Misaki was more than enough. The worst part is that he learned to love all the little things that came with it too: he loved eating the same fried rice every day, he loved how Misaki would steal his covers and apologize in the following morning, how they'd play video games together until they collapsed on each other's arms, how the entire house smelled like Misaki, Misaki, Misaki and a little bit of himself, too.

But now there was a funny smell on the kitchen, and that definitely wasn't Misaki's smell.

"There, I killed it, you can go and have your ba- AH!" Yata screamed in horror as the smell of burning food reached his nose in the hallway. He ran to the kitchen – his kitchen – occasionally swearing on his way.

"What the heck! I told you to watch the food! Now it's all burned and shitty!"

"…It's not all burned, just a little-"

"I DON'T CARE! We're not eating this crap! You ruined it!"

"…I don't want to bring this up now, but you still have to wash my bac-"


"It's still Misaki's food, I'd still eat it~"

A few minutes later, Saruhiko ended their heated discussion with a kiss ("DON'T YOU DARE USE YOUR LIPS TO MAKE ME SHUT UP!") and a phone call to the closest convenience store, because Yata seemed more inclined to eat a piece of plastic (or anything else they could buy) than his doomed food.

He kissed the smaller boy again when Yata agreed to wash his back.