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It was at times like this you really hated your roommate, Touya Todoroki. What did he do, exactly?
Wake you up at 8 am on a Saturday by barging into your room, shirtless, because he didn't feel like making breakfast. Even though, on the day he moved in, it was established that whoever woke up first made breakfast, you both made your own lunch, and whoever woke second made dinner.
He, however, didn't want to do it today. It wasn't even that he couldn't cook! He was a phenomenal cook, but just didn't feel like it today.
It wasn't all this that pissed you off. It was barging into your room wearing nothing but the shorts he presumably slept in. Like, for all he knew you slept naked!
So understandably, you threw a pillow at him when he woke you up, hiding under the covers and groaning in annoyance. “I hate you,” You grumbled, poking your head out to glare at him where he stood, leaning against the wall with a smug smirk playing at his lips.
Looking at him was a mistake. Now, you couldn't look away.
Touya may have been an annoying dick, but he was also an annoyingly hot dick, with his messy, snow-white hair, his stunning sapphire blue eyes, his insufferable grins, his lean but well-defined physique, the tattoos that covered a large expanse of his skin, and the jewelry that adorned him in the form of piercings.
It'd make your life so much easier if he wasn't drop-dead gorgeous.
But alas, whoever wrote your destiny decided you'd get to have a really pretty but really annoying roommate, because, while you loved working at a bookstore, rent was fucking expensive, so you needed a roommate. You got one, in the form of Touya.
Coincidentally, also the owner of the tattoo parlor next to your place of work. Meaning there was a higher than-you-liked chance of seeing him even while at work. Unfortunately for you, he loved annoying you whenever he could. And he seemed to have memorized when your breaks were, and thus knew when you were free to annoy.
(At least he didn't piss you off while you were working)
Alright, back to the present.
You were glaring at Touya, who stood in the doorway of your bedroom with a smirk.
“Get out.” You ordered, pointing at the door and glaring harder.
He pretended to think about it for a moment before drawling, “No, I don't think I will. Not until you,” He pointed at you to emphasize, “Get up.”
You flipped him off and went back under the covers. Then you heard the sound of footsteps and assumed he was walking away, and sighed in relief, only to let out an ungodly screech when Touya yanked your blanket off.
“Breakfast ain't gonna make itself, doll. Chop chop.”
You scowled up at him and tugged your blanket out of his grip, “You woke up first, you're supposed to be the one to make it.”
“Don't feel like it,” He shrugged. You huffed and burrowed back under the blanket when he continued, “How about this, I'll make lunch and dinner if you do breakfast.”
You considered that. On one hand, you didn't want to get up yet. On the other hand, his offer meant less work for you later. Plus, he was just a better cook than you (not that you were bad) and you'd get to eat his cooking twice today.
“Mmm…fine.” You eventually relented, sitting up and sighing. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, kicked off your blanket, swung your legs off the bed, and stood up. “Now get out. I've gotta change.”
His lips quirked into a smirk. “What, I don't get to watch?” Did you mention yet that he was annoying?
You scowled at Touya and he raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, I'm going.” He gave you one last smirk before he sauntered out of the room and shut the door behind him. You locked it and changed out of your unicorn pajamas, then you unlocked the door, went to the bathroom, did your routine, etc. Then you got to making breakfast, while nearby, on the couch, sat Touya, using his phone, finally dressed in black sweatpants and a white tank top.
After a while, he called your name, and you answered with a hum.
“My friends are coming over tonight.”
“Wow, you have friends?” You teased him. He rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I have friends.”
Of course you knew that, they worked at the tattoo parlor with him. You'd seen him joking around with them a few times. You'd never actually met them, though.
You wondered if they knew of you, if Touya talked about you to them. Why you wanted to know, you didn't get. But the idea of it made you feel all fluttery inside.
You shook the thoughts out of your head, mentally scolding yourself. Were you really getting all flustered over your annoying roommate?
No.
You refused to think of him like that.
“Is that why you offered to make dinner tonight?” You asked while sitting down next to him with both of your finished breakfast.
He shook his head. “Idiots just texted that they'd be over at 9.” You hummed in acknowledgment. Well, it looked like you'd meet his friends today.
After a pause, Touya muttered, “Can you pretend to be dating me for tonight?”
Your head whipped around. “Excuse me?”
He cleared his throat, wincing at your tone. “I told my friends I lived with my partner, so I kinda need you to pretend that you and me are a thing. Just for tonight.”
You facepalmed. “Why’d you even tell them that?”
“They were makin’ fun of me for being single.”
You let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing your eyes in frustration. “Fine, I'll do it,” You were way too nice sometimes.
“But!” You looked at him sternly. “There are two rules. Number one: No kissing.” He pouted.
“Aw, c'mon doll-”
“No. Kissing.” You repeated. He let out an exaggerated groan, but nodded. “Alright, second: I am not calling you anything other than your name.”
“Damn, so you won't call me pookie?” He sighed. “I was looking forward to that.”
You elbowed him. “Stop being annoying.”
“Oh, but doll, I live to annoy you!” You smacked him on the arm for that.
“Ow! Alright, fine, I'll stop…for now.” He grinned cheekily at you. You groaned.
Were you really doing this?