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The arrangement was only temporary; Toji’s apartment had suffered major water damage so he was staying in Nanami’s guest bedroom until he could find a place of his own, and in return, Nanami got to save money on rent. It hadn’t seemed like a bad deal at first. Nanami was fond of Megumi and thought that the older Fushiguro would be similar to his son, their calm personalities making for a good living arrangement.
The assumption had come back to bite him in the ass, however, and standing in the kitchen with his favorite knife in hand, Nanami felt his annoyance bubble over, voice low and threatening when he spoke.
“Toji.”
“…”
“Toji. Why is my knife dented?”
Toji looked up from where he was sitting in the living room, turning toward Nanami with a clueless smile and a shrug. His eyes deceived him, though, as they darted back and forth nervously, drawing Nanami to the only conclusion.
“Oh my god, did you use this for one of your gigs?!”
“Heh, maybe.”
Nanami immediately dropped the knife back into the drawer, burying his face in his hands and letting out a loud groan.
“I told you to please not touch my things. That was my most expensive knife.”
“Well clearly it wasn’t very good. You should ask for your money back.”
Nanami slammed his hands down on the counter top, making Toji flinch.
“It’s for slicing meat, not to cut through fucking bone!”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Nanami left the kitchen and past the living room to make way to his bedroom, but stopped in his tracks when he saw a large pastry bag sitting on the coffee table opposite to Toji. Nanami’s name was scribbled on it with large letters, the black ink standing in stark contrast to the light beige paper. Looking up at Toji, he spoke in a quiet voice.
“Is that for me?”
Toji started grinning and he gave Nanami a slow nod in response. Nanami reached for the bag and opened it, seeing it propped full of his favorite breads, ranging from savory sandwiches to dessert buns. Turning his back against Toji, he clutched the bag in his hands and walked toward his bedroom again.
“Thank you. I’m still upset with you, though,” he murmured before shutting the door.
Toji gave him a dismissive wave and turned back to watch his show, laughing when he heard the rustling of Nanami eagerly digging through the paper bag.