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Yuri looked at the apartment number, then back at the text message on his phone. Both read 405, meaning he must be at the right room. He took a deep breath, plastered a smile on his face, and knocked on the door. He stood there for a moment, biting his lip and rocking on his heels, before raising his fist to knock again. However, in perfect comedic timing, he heard a crash and feet scrambling toward the door just as he did so. Yuri was greeted by Loid’s goofy smile and tousled hair. Yuri bit back a smile, realizing Loid had probably just fallen. So much for “elegance.”
“Ah, Yuri,” Loid quickly composed himself into the elegant gentleman he was known as. “I can help you bring your things in.”
Before Yuri could answer, Loid heaved two of Yuri’s suitcases on his shoulders. Yuri could only gape. He had the most exercise in the past 5 years carrying those suitcases and Loid here had no problem. Loid was so strong…
Yuri blinked and all his belongings were inside. “Is that all?” Loid smiled, flashing his perfect pearly whites.
“Thanks again for uh, letting me stay with you, Loid.” Yuri rubbed the back of his neck.
Loid, somehow, smiled even brighter and said, “Of course! Anything for you Yuri. Now please come inside!” Loid gestured for Yuri to follow him.
“Ah, thanks…” Yuri took off his shoes. He looked around, it was neat and tidy in normal Loid fashion.
“Welcome home, Yuri,” Loid’s smile softened.
“Thanks for having me,” Yuri couldn’t help but return the favor.
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Loid did not have a guest bedroom and insisted on sleeping on his (now their) couch.
“No, it’s fine!” Yuri said. “I’ll sleep on the couch-”
“I insist,” Loid said valiantly.
Yuri stopped him from leaving the bedroom by standing in the doorway. “I don’t think so.”
Loid looked into Yuri’s eyes. “I’m not okay with you sleeping on the couch-”
“Well I don’t like you sleeping there either!” Yuri exclaimed.
“But you’re so small, what if you catch a cold…” Loid looked worried.
Yuri rolled his eyes in annoyance before widening them. “Why don’t we just take turns? We’ll just alternate.”
“Aren’t there 7 days in a week?” Loid asked, confused.
“yes…?” Yuri answered.
“How will we split in two then?” Loid asked.
Yuri facepalmed. “We start the next week in the opposite order.”
“Oh,” Loid said, “huh.”
“Yeah,” Yuri said, “huh.”
“Hmm…” Loid was in deep thought. “Sounds like a good idea, I volunteer to go first.”
Loid said this with such finality it sounded more like a statement than a suggestion.
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Yuri was laying awake in his, correction Loid’s bed. It felt strange, thinking that just in the next room Loid was sleeping. It reminded him of when they roomed together in college. Whenever neither of them could sleep, Loid would tell Yuri about some obscure fact about the most random things. Yuri would never pay attention, he just kind of stared and nodded his head.
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Yuri woke up to Loid shaking his arm. Yuri, who was trained vigorously in reaction time, karate chopped Loid. Loid, who had an even better reaction time, caught his hand and smiled at Yuri. “Good morning!”
“Ah, good morning…” Yuri was confused, he was sure he graduated college a long time ago. But here Loid was…Yuri looked around and widened his eyes in realization. He looked at Loid. “Good morning, roomie.”
Loid laughed. “Get up, we have to make breakfast,”
Yuri squinted at the alarm clock. It read 10:04. “Oh my god! I have to get to work-” Yuri started to get out of bed but Loid put his arm up to stop him.
“It’s Saturday. I guess you haven’t grown out of being uncoordinated in the morning.” Loid smirked.
Yuri threw a pillow in his face.