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Typically, Eto would wake up and think, This house is too big.
It isnāt, and never will be, a statement without merit. Arima was a ghost in his own home, which meant she was the only one roaming its halls, and to her, for this kind of house and for her to be alone, sheād come to recite the complaint like a mantra.
Despite leading with the word ātypically,ā she doesnāt not wake up and think, This house is too big. Rather, the word ātypicallyā is meant to emphasize that that was where the day ended. After that, she would roll out of her bed thatās a half-size too large, grab her pajamas and glasses on a dresser thatās a half-centimeter too long, and stumble to the kitchen with a ceiling thatās half a head too tall.
And at that point, the atypical appears.
First, a smell. Thereās a smell coming from the kitchen, and while itās smoke, itās unfortunately not smoke alone. Itās accompanied by somethingā¦ pleasant, and disgustingly pleasant at that. The stark difference from the normally stale air she breathes stops her in her tracks, and the tingle in her brain at the prospect of foodā not just stale bread, but actual foodā makes her recoil.
Second, some noise. Thereās someone causing the smell, and theyāre humming while stepping about the one creaky floorboard before the stove. Humming, in her household? Itās so odd, so foreign. Thankfully, when she pokes her head around the corner, all humming and other related good-natured noises come to a complete stop as Haise Sasaki freezes in his tracksā because sheās glaring. At him. Sheās glaring at him in her flower-patterned pajama pants and maroon sweater. Truly a frightening sight. He might as well already be dead.
Then again, heās not much better, wearing a white tee and blue shorts that are a little too high up his bare legs (really bare, to be clear. So bare and smooth, she could mistake them for the delicate legs of an insecure lady instead of some random Washuu lackey). Thereās also an apron around his waist and a dirty spatula in his hand, neither of which are helping.
And thatās the third and final thing. Not Haise Sasakiās taste in fashionā though thatās part of itā Haise Sasaki himself. The fact that heās not only where Eto can see him, but that heās also in her house. Her house. The house that she bought, because Arima was out working and apparently, they needed to ātake the next stepā in their relationship (ārelationshipā)ā a step that he wasnāt even there to take with her.
And Haise Sasaki now stands, uninvited, in that space.
