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"excuse me- our?"
SEMI EITA "yes, our."
SEMI EITA "now carry your things and go upstairs."
'his father clearly said to make me feel at home and help me, but he's doing the exact opposite,' kenjirou thought as he let out a huff.
kenjirou planned to transfer his things one by one because he couldn't carry all of it at the same time. first, he took the big luggage and went upstairs.
what he didn't know was that eita was just behind him, carrying his remaining stuff.
"hey! which room?! the right one or- shit!"
kenjirou jumped when he saw the ash-blonde standing behind him carrying his things. the latter stared at him blankly.
SEMI EITA "the right one. hurry up and open the door, these things are heavy, you know?"
"you could've at least told me that you'd carry my things, you know?"
SEMI EITA "i'm being kind here. shouldn't you at least thank me?"
"thank you."
SEMI EITA "wow, you sure sound sincere."
kenjirou rolled his eyes and decided not to answer. he opened the door and immediately widened his eyes when he saw how small it was compared to his previous room.
"we'll be sharing this small room?"
kenjirou went inside and started looking around. eita followed him and rolled his eyes.
SEMI EITA "stop being a brat and at least be thankful you've got a place to stay."
after that, eita immediately went out of the room and slammed the door, making kenjirou flinch.
"i literally just asked one question and he's out here slamming doors."
"elsa wannabe asshole."
kenjirou scoffed before plopping down on the empty bed. there were two beds, and the one on the right— he's guessing that's eita's cause there was a plushie there.
"pfft, he sleeps with a plushie."
there was a small nightstand between the two beds and a desk on eita's side of the room. however, the wardrobe was on kenjirou's side.
he opened it and saw half of it being filled with clothes— eita's clothes. this means he gets the other side of it.
he realized he brought too many clothes with him and it didn't fit inside anymore, so he decided to leave the rest of it inside his luggage.
kenjirou took out the picture frame he brought and placed it on his side of the nightstand.
their room also had a bathroom, but kenjirou decided that he'll just use the guest's restroom instead of this one.
after unpacking almost everything, he slowly made his way downstairs. he peeked from the stairs and saw eita sitting on the couch, watching tv with his little sister beside him.
'i can't just sit with them, it'd be really awkward!' kenjirou mentally scolded himself. but he also didn't want to stay in the room until nighttime.
he decided to go downstairs completely.
"i'll be going out for a while."
eita turned to look at him.
silence.
'this little-'
SEMI EITA "give me your phone."
"no way. you should buy your own phone."
SEMI EITA "i have my own phone."
eita deadpanned. this made kenjirou embarrassed, but of course, he didn't show it.
"then why do you need mine?"
eita clicked his tongue. he's starting to get annoyed at the younger's persistence.
SEMI EITA "just give it to me."
kenjirou didn't know why, but he followed what eita said and handed him his phone— right after rolling his eyes.
eita started typing something on kenjirou's phone which made the younger raise his eyebrow.
"what are you doing?"
SEMI EITA "contact me if you get lost or you want to be picked up or something."
"i'm not a kid."
SEMI EITA "dad told me to look after you. i'm just doing what he said."
"kay."
kenjirou took his phone right after eita finished typing. he turned away from him and headed to the door.
he was about to open it when he heard a small voice call out to him.
SEMI ATSUKO "kenjirou-san, t-take care...!"
a little girl peeked from the couch. she was hiding the lower half of her face because she was still shy around the stranger.
