itoshi sae spends most of his free time in your apartment than in his.
it’s gotten to the point you’ve actually given him your spare key.
it’s also gotten to the point you have to write your name all over your snacks to keep sae from eating them.
so, it doesn’t come as a surprise when you come back home to find him sitting in your couch watching a movie. what does surprise you is the object with your name written all over it in his hands.
“why are you eating my chips?”
“you’re back earlier than usual.” he hums before eating another chip.
you walk closer to him. “why are you eating my chips?”
he turns to look at you, “i got hungry.”
“i bought you a bag of chips last time i went shopping,” you cross your arms, “why didn’t you grab that one?”
“i finished it already.” he shrugs. “besides, you went out for groceries a week ago.”
“is there no food in your apartment?” you try to snatch the bag from his hands. he moves it out of your reach.
“why would there be?” he gives you a look, “i practically live here.”
“could you not go out to buy yourself more chips?” you glare at him, crossing your arms.
“i’m tired from practice.” he pouts. “you’re not gonna make someone tired walk all the way to the convenience store, are you?”
“it’s literally a two minute walk from here,” you deadpan.
sae blinks. he reaches out to grab another chip before you smack his hand away.
“stop trying to eat my chips!” you cry.
“i’m hungry!”
“order some food then.” you scoff, “order some for me too while you’re at it.”
he clicks his tongue in annoyance, “so bossy.”
(he still takes out his phone and asks you what you want, though.)
“have you eaten any of the other stuff with my name on it?” you plop down next to him on the couch.
“it’s got your name?” he laughs when you punch his arm.
“i grabbed an apple from your fridge.”
“those don’t have my name on them,” you bite down a smile.
“i know,” he sticks his tongue out at you, “i did grab the chocolate bar you hid behind the orange juice, though.”
he heartily laughs when you gape at him.
“you thief!” you smile, tackling him, “i’m gonna run out of food because of you!”
he smiles at you, “just go grocery shopping more often then.”
you tsk, shaking your head, “it seems you know nothing of the world, my dear sae.”
you snicker when he grabs your face and presses a kiss against your cheek.
“i know more than you.” he pecks your other cheek.
“i’m afraid you don’t.” you shake your head again, clicking your tongue, “i can’t just go out and buy more than necessary because my asshole boyfriend wants more snacks.”
he pinches your cheek, “all the snacks in the kitchen have your name written on them.”
“it’s only fair,” you stick your tongue out at him, “this is my apartment, you’re just freeloading here.”
he scoffs, “rude.”
“not any ruder than you,” you pout.
“maybe i should just move in with you so you can stop calling me a freeloader.”
you hum, “maybe you should.”
“will you buy me snacks if i move in with you?”
you poke his cheek with a grin, “maybe.”
he hums, “good enough.”
you wrap your arms around him, “was this your plan? eating my snacks so i would let you move into my apartment?”
he wraps an arm around you in return, reaching out for a chip with the other one, “totally.”
sae laughs when you slap his hand away. “let me eat them!”
“they’re still mine,” you frown.
“they’re practically mine by extension, seeing how i live here now too.” he rolls his eyes.
you rest your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “fine. i suppose i can let you have them as a welcoming gift.”
you smile against his shoulder when you hear the bag of chips crinkle as sae moves it closer to him. your smile widens when his arm tightens around you.
you suppose sacrificing a bag of chips in exchange for having sae move in with you is not a bad deal, after all.
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