Apartment hunt - Mezo Shoji x Reader
for the Living Together Milestone Event - written just for me 😁
The water flowing into the bathtub creates a nice background noise to the static of his thoughts, Mezo finds as he fights against his exhaustion.
It had been a long day and all he could do now was fight against sleep overtaking him.
“I made squid ink pasta for Dinner,” you prompt behind him and he jerks awake at the sound of your voice.
“Sorry,” he rubs his eyes, “I’m gonna get washed up.”
“Take your time.”
He can’t see you through the fogged-up mirror, but he can hear you pull out another stool like the one he’s sitting on, can feel your knees touch the base of his back as you settle.
“Let me help,” you ask, brushing a hand from his shoulder to his neck where the necklace you gifted him sits. His hands move to touch it as well, finding the wedding band it holds sitting right atop his heart.
To date, it’s his favorite gift from you, just a little something that allows him to wear his wedding band even while at work.
“I’ll just fall asleep,” he fights back half-heartedly and hears you chuckle behind him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here to wake you up.”
He hands you the sponge after that and rests his head in his hands as you scrub his back, the flowing water to his right lulling him to sleep.
-
“I like this one,” you say, beaming up at him in front of the stove. “The kitchen is really big.”
Mezo nods. He can see you here, overlooking the street as you work on your famous curry or bake those delicious cookies you made last month.
He’s always been a simple man and his - your - current apartment shows that. He hadn’t even owned a proper bed before he knew you and while you have no problem sleeping on a Futon, he wants to give you everything you could need and more.
“Let’s go through it once more,” you ask, taking his left hand in yours and pulling him along.
“The living room is big,” you point out. “We can get a Couch big enough to snuggle on. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
He can see it, falling asleep to the sound of your favorite show playing, your body curled up in his arms.
The bedroom is pretty small, but though you pout a little in thought at that, you don’t dwell too much on it.
“We can leave our dressers in the living room,” you decide before pulling him into the bathroom, stopping when you realize that the two of you won’t fit in here at the same time.
“Oh,” you point out, your eyes big.
The real-estate agent tries to weasel her way in as well, though Mezo notices that his shoulders are in the way.
“I’ll step out,” he offers, moving backward but you stop him, your hold on his hand as firm as the resolution in your eyes.
“We can’t take this,” you tell him, your voice earnest. “How am I supposed to scrub your back in here if we don’t fit together?”
His heart soars at your words.
“You don’t have to scrub my back,” he insists, though he’s not half as fervent as you are when he says it and you can tell, smiling up at him.
“But I will. Don’t take that from me.”
-
“Mezo!” You meet him at the front door, pulling him in with eager hands. “I found the perfect apartment.”
“You did?” He slips out of his shoes, chuckles at your obvious impatience. “Where? And how?”
“Sato’s girlfriend called, she heard something from someone. I haven’t seen it yet but it has a traditional Japanese bathroom and a big one too!”
Mezo pulls you in for a kiss instead first before he deems it necessary to answer.
“The bathroom isn’t the most important part of the house.”
“But it could be,” you grin. “We can go see it tonight, but I said I’d talk to you first and maybe we’d rather go see it tomorrow. Depends on how tired you are.”
“We can go now,” he moves to grab his shoes again but you hesitate. “Are you sure? You haven’t even had dinner yet.”
“Apartment first, dinner later.”
And you seem so excited, all the way up the stairs to the place you’re sure will be your new home.
But Mezo knows, just two steps in, that it won’t be. The kitchen’s just too small.
How will you cook? How will you be happy with nothing more but one stove top and barely room to turn?
“But the bathroom,” you insist, your voice turning weaker at this gentleness.
“We’ll find one,” he promises. “An apartment where you’ll have both.”
-
One month passes, then another one.
You don’t complain when you squeeze into the bathroom after him, brush your teeth coocooned by his arms to conserve space. You don’t complain when you don’t have much of a living room, just the kitchen and the bedroom, barely enough space to pack your clothes away.
You don’t complain but he wishes you did.
And then he finds it. The perfect apartment.
You read his face the moment he walks through the door, flinging yourself at his neck in poorly veiled excitement.
“Let’s go see!” You insist, dinner forgotten.
Everything is how it’s supposed to be. The bathroom big enough, the kitchen not too small and the living room comes equipped with an old Couch.
Less than a month later you buy a little snake plant for the new place and stick googly eyes onto its front.
“Now,” you tell him with that cute laugh he loves so much, “We’re a real family.”
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