(curse warning)
Giyuu’s POV
He understands that he isn't seen as a Pharaoh anymore. Also that this is my place. He still doesn't like to listen through or follow any of my rules. Heck, he kicked me out of my bedroom. It was like-
"This is my fucking sleeping area now!!!"
He also slammed the door, which is something he does often. Over time we had gotten a bit closer which makes sense. That is because I've been teaching him modern day things, but he refuses to learn any other language. I have given him many reasons as to why he should learn other languages. Such as; communication, understanding and social skills, I mean I don’t have social skills but at least I can order things. With him, I have to do everything for him outside of our apartment. Oh, I also have to translate everything. So we don’t watch movies or tv shows together.
Unless he just wants to sit there and not understand. What is crazy is that he is so easy to get used to.
He yells alot, barely wears a shirt, talks about fighting and sometimes talks about other things. I have ended up sleeping on the couch but after so long my body is stiff. So tonight during dinner I will confront him about it. Right now though, I am cleaning the apartment and he is helping as best as he can.
It takes an hour or so but that is not that bad. Then we hung out for a bit before dinner. Once it was time to eat, I made some macaroni and cheese. We ate in the living room and then I decided to ask about the sleeping arrangements.
“I don’t want to sleep on the couch anymore, how about we share the bed?”
“I sleep naked.”
I did not know how to respond to that. I offered him to try some of my bigger pajamas but he didn’t seem like he wanted that. He was persistent on continuing to sleep naked. I wouldn’t really want to sleep with him being naked but it sounded better than sleeping on the couch one more night. So I sucked it up and decided that I will just deal with it.
He probably doesn’t move much in his sleep anyways. Especially since he has been laying in the same pose for a long, long time by now. Sometime passed by and I was watching a movie, while he was painting something. Pretty sure it is just another one of his battles, he loves to talk about them and paint them on all of my canvases. I like to paint sometimes too, I just haven’t in a really long time. The movie was kind of boring, so I just silently watched him paint. He always had either a crazed smile on or a big scowl.
If he gave a normal smile or a soft one, I feel like I’d melt. It's hard to explain but, my fascination about his being has changed into something more.