Baby, You Get Me Hard(ware, At Your Hardware Store) by dannyPURO (wordcount: 3,748)
Enjolras moved into the apartment above the little hardware store because it was cheap. He did not pick it for the decor. He did not pick it for the noticeable lack of centralized heating and air conditioning. He did not pick it for the loud clattering from downstairs that awakens him every morning at 8:45 sharp. He did not pick it for the lack of specific address that means he, as well the residents of the other two apartments in the building, must go downstairs to fetch his mail every day.
“Apollo!”
Oh.
Enjolras did not pick this apartment for the man who works here Mondays through Thursdays, or his tattoos, or his crooked grin, or the infuriating way he always tries to analyze whatever it is he needs to purchase in the most inaccurate way he can.
