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“THAT’S FUCKING IT!”
Arakita roared as he sprung out of bed. In the distance, muffled footsteps thudded as the other tenants of the building started to move. Arakita seethed as he pulled on a baggy sweater that he worn a few hours before in order to save on heating costs. After grabbing his keys and phone, he padded out onto the walkway. Outside, the fire alarm was even more shrill. Arakita hissed and cursed at the damned thing as he passed a couple of tenants trudging groggily toward the staircase. As he reached the parking lot, he heard the one voice he didn't want to hear at all.
“Yo, Yasutomo!”
“You.”
Arakita stalked menacingly toward Shinkai, who looked surprisingly unruffled as Arakita loomed over him as threateningly as possible with his extra half inch.
“What. The. Fuck. Was. It. This. Time.”
Each word was emphasized with a jab of Arakita’s sharp bony finger into Shinkai’s ribs. Shinkai pouted, trying to channel his dumbass rabbit at Arakita. Arakita was not swayed one bit.
“What makes you think it was my fault-”
“Of course it was your fucking fault!” Arakita snapped at Shinkai. “Don’t even try to deny it!”
“Well, I was hungry so I decided to make-”
“Why the fuck did you decided to make something at ass o’clock in the morning!”
Shinkai smiled beatifically. “I was hungry Yasutomo.”
The implied whine at the end of Arakita’s name only served to further his ire. He snarled, “And you didn't fucking learn anything after the fucking seventh time this month?!!?”
Luckily for Shinkai, for he definitely would have been a grease stain on the sidewalk any further into the conversation, the firetrucks pulled into the parking lot and cut off its piercing siren. The tenants murmured, undeniably grateful that they could soon return into their warm units.
The firefighters poured out and passed where Arakita and Shinkai were standing.
“Well, I can’t really say I’m surprised, ” one of them remarked as they trudged past the two, thumping Shinkai on the back. And if the thumping was a little harder than what could be passed off as a friendly greeting and from each and every firefighter that trudged by, Arakita couldn't begrudge them. He would be contemplating the same thing if he had to wear full gear and be up at ass o’clock, only with less restraint and more violence.
Shinkai peered at him through his lashes, his ever present energy bar still dangling from the corner of his mouth. Looking at it, Arakita could just feel his blood pressure soar to new heights. Gritting his teeth, he advanced upon Shinkai. The moron, showing either a vast amount of courage or remarkable lack of self-preservation— Arakita was leaning toward the latter— didn’t even notice the waves of murderous intent rolling toward him.
“This is where I draw the fucking line.” He hissed. “You are going to learn how to cook properly if it’s the last fucking thing I do.”
Shinkai’s energy bar fell out of his still mouth with a soft plop. Without even thinking about what that action implied because God knows Shinkai would live on chocolate banana energy bars for the rest of his goddamn life if he didn’t occasionally crave mac-and-cheese from time to time, Arakita plowed on.
“You better fucking prepare yourself, you bastard! If you set off the fucking fire alarm again, you better hope Fuku-chan will nurse you back to health because I’m going to kick your ass seven ways till Tuesday!”
With that bit said, Arakita whirled around and stomped back up the stairs into his unit, cursing at a decibel slightly lower than his usual volume as it was ass o’clock in the morning and he was not capable of exerting more energy than necessary.
Never has a threat of bodily harm seemed so worth it, and Shinkai’s fairly certain that this is love.