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16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”When Charanko returned home and tiredly unlocked his apartment door, the only things on his mind were the prospect of a hot meal, a long bath, and then falling right into bed and staying there until the heat death of the universe.That’s when his door hit something that sounded a lot like an empty bag of chips, and reality sinks in.He has no words. Not anymore. All he can do is stand in the doorway, looking at every piece of debris on his once-clean floor and cataloging it away for a time when he’s just a little more sane and a little less exhausted, until he can just make out the faintest hint of a path in the chaos, one that leads from his paltry excuse for a kitchen, winds throughout the room, and finally ends in the corner where he sleeps.The long-legged, white-haired, golden-eyed figure reclining upon the ruins of the bed he so meticulously made before leaving that morning doesn’t even acknowledge him staring at it. Garou, wearing nothing but his tangled blankets and a grin, laughs low, vicious laughs at whatever children’s show is on–some superhero thing, where a character who is probably the protagonist is currently being beaten to a pulp by what looks like a fish monster–and, eyes sparkling, grabs a handful of cheese puffs out of the bag by his side and crams them into his waiting, orange-dusted face-hole.“Dude, come on,” Charanko groans. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”“Shhh,” Garou shushes, and spews half-chewed cheese snacks all over Charanko’s nice white sheets.“Is there even any food left?”Garou just shrugs. He hasn’t glanced Charanko’s way even once.Charanko heaves a heavy, long-suffering sigh, debating whether to go inside or just leave and find a new place to live, and, after careful deliberation–and the realization that Garou would probably find him no matter where he went–he steps in and kicks the door shut behind him. He should probably clean up Garou’s mess, he knows, because his landlady will murder him if she finds the place like this, but as his eyes take in each individual discarded wrapper once more, he finds he can’t dredge up enough energy to particularly care.“I ought to tell Bang-sensei where you are,” he half-threatens. No heat comes to his voice no matter how hard he tries. He’s just too tired.“Probably,” Garou says. “But you and I both know you’re still too pissed off at him to do that.”“Am not,” Charanko argues, and it rings of a lie even to his ears. He mentally kicks himself and stammers, defensive, “If I were still–I wouldn’t have gone back if I was still mad at him. So…there!”“Cute.”That smirk is infuriating.“And I expect you to have this cleaned up by the time I get back with our food,” Charanko says, trying his absolute best to dredge some firmness up into his words. “When I said you could stay here, I thought you would behave like an actual human being and not a bored husky.”“You thought,” Garou says. “That was your first problem right there.”“Asshole.”“Ooh,” he deadpans. “Clever.”Charanko glares at him for a moment longer, but then his capacity for feeling anything but hunger pangs and the niggling need to sleep runs out and he blows out a breath, tosses his bag wherever–not like it can make the place any messier–and trudges towards the bathroom, grumbling, “I’m going to take a shower.”“Like hell you are,” Garou growls. For the first time since he walked in, he’s looking at Charanko, his wolfish eyes distinctly annoyed. “It’s Garou time. Get over here.” He lazily shifts aside the blankets with a few sweeps of a long, very bare leg, and pats the newly-uncovered spot impatiently with one hand.More arguing is beyond him, so he simply gives in, shuffles over, and plops his ass down, pointedly facing away from the douchecanoe in his bed. Ignoring that, Garou is immediately upon him, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and nuzzling into his neck, utterly oblivious to his lack of reciprocation.“You stink,” he purrs.“That’s why I was going to shower, stupid,” Charanko grouses.“Bomb having you sweep the stairs again?”“No!” A pause. “Yes.” He leans back, into Garou’s hold, and whines, “He’s even more of a hardass than his brother. It’s ridiculous.”Garou’s chuckle is dark and silky and warm on his skin. It’s nice, actually.But he can’t stay. Things to be done.“I mean it,” he says, pulling out of Garou’s clingy arms. “Get this picked up while I’m getting us take-out. Or I start charging you rent.”“Yes, sir,” Garou replies, amusement lacing his tone like a silver thread. When Charanko looks back, he’s lounging, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes, his lap only just barely covered by a single fold of fabric.Before he can be pulled in again, he stands. Nothing will ever get done if Garou traps him in bed again. Sure, it’d be fun, and he’s cute, and those hands–Something crinkles loudly under his foot, pulling his attention away from the distraction hitting him with his best bedroom eyes. He looks down, thankful for the excuse to tear his gaze away, and immediately feels every urge to crawl under the covers with Garou evaporate.“What the fuck, dude? You got into my chocolate, too?”

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