Helloooow ~ If you're still doing the drabble thingy, can I ask for a 26-"Do you hate me, too ?" with Kidou x Fudou (or Fudou x Kidou I love both) ? ♡
send a number and a pair for a drabble || not accepting26. “Do you hate me, too?”
“This sucks,” he let an exaggerated sigh out, keeping his gaze down and hunching over. He had taken a seat on one of the benches in the nearby park, finally able to let that out. No one was around to hear him complain, but he wouldn’t care if anyone did.
His luck had took a turn for the worse. Just when he thought things were looking up, Fudou had been forcefully kicked out of his apartment for some stupid reason. He could have sworn he did his best to actually keep his home in good condition, do whatever that ass of a landlord told him to. But, he guessed that just didn’t matter. All that mattered was him getting the hell out of that place before that old man kept to his empty threats of calling the police on him.
So, he left. But having nowhere to go, he just wandered around until he wound up here. He’s glad he did. The park was quiet, peaceful, not many people around. The apartments were noisy, so the change was welcomed.
Or it was until he could begin hearing the nagging voice of Kidou in his mind. He ended up recalling the time Kidou had been willing to offer a place for him to stay, that he had a spare room in that luxurious home of his. Fudou had denied it before he even finished his offer. It was generous, too generous, he didn’t like it. If he accepted, he felt he’d need to pay him back, rely on him, and god he wasn’t in a place to do so much for him.
(Even now he wonders if he should have taken it, at least he wouldn’t have been kicked out- no he’s pretty sure he’d be threatened more at Kidou’s place for the stunts he’d pull to get underneath his skin just for the hell of it.)
Instead of mulling over him, he tries to get his thoughts on finding a place to stay for the night. He could always just find a place outside, motels were alright but so damn expensive. Fudou rests his back against the bench, running a hand through his hair as he tries to find a solution to his problem.
His head turns slightly to the side, looking over to the passerby, Kidou. He lets out a sigh to the sight of him, so much for trying to be comfortable.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Kidou. Guess today’s my lucky day.” He doesn’t bother to hide the sarcasm in his tone.
“You could just say hello like a normal person…” Kidou mutters as he shakes his head. “Anyway, what are you doing out here?”
Fudou rolls his eyes. Nosy as ever, isn’t he? (Not really, its an acceptable question he’s just not in the mood to give a truthful answer.) “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Kidou stares at him for a moment, waiting on giving him an answer. He decides to take a seat beside Fudou, much to his dismay as he was enjoying taking up space on this bench of his.
“Well,” he starts once he’s seated, “it looks like you’re currently trying to find a place to stay.”
Fudou immediately shot up and stared at the other. He couldn’t be a mind reader. How the hell did he find out about this so soon? As much as he could deny it, he’s pretty sure his reaction would have given it away. “How’d you-”
“I passed by your place a few minutes ago,” he answers, as if he already knew he’d ask that. How annoying. “The landlord informed me of his…decision to kick you out.”
“That bastard,” he snaps, shouts. He had blabbered about that to Kidou and who knows what else! The last thing he wanted was Kidou to end up worrying over him and his current living conditions. He’d never hear the end of it from him!
“Agh! I hate that stupid bastard! I hate everything!” It’s a frustrated outburst. He just wants to go and get his mind all off this now. Just forget about today and move on.
“Do you hate me, to?” Kidou asks suddenly. Fudou turns to look at him, still annoyed and angry at everything. He tried reading his expression, but it was difficult with his mouth pressed in a thin line and those stupid goggles always shielding his eyes.
“Eh?” He raised a brow. “Why’re you asking something stupid?”
“Well, I am part of everything. I just wanted some clarification if you hated me as well.”
“Hmph. I thought you were supposed to be some genius. Can’t even tell what’s an exaggeration.”
“Oh, but it sounded genuine, especially right now. And you know…I still haven’t gotten an answer yet.”
Fudou glares and huffs, crossing his arms. “For that, I’ll say yes. I hate you, Kidou. You and your nosy ass.”
Kidou only grins to his response, it seems things had worked out to his benefit. “Good to see your in a slightly better mood, Fudou.”
“Wha-” He cuts himself off. He was being a distraction. Just what he wanted, needed. That ass. Fudou ends up roughly nudging his shoulder. “Don’t think that this means I’m going to end up accepting your help to.”
“You’re not? Not even for just one night?”
