"Who the hell are you?!" You hissed through clenched teeth.
The blonde haired punk continued to stare at your body through the foggy glass. A shudder ran through your body as his piercing gaze seemed to bore a hole through you. Just as your glare began to falter, Koujaku burst through the doorway.
"I told you to get the hell out! Go play rhyme or something," He yelled as he grabbed the boy's shoulder, ready to throw him out.
"But this is more interesting," the blonde said nonchalantly as he pointed a finger at you.
Koujaku's gaze followed the direction of his point and his eyes landed on your trembling figure. His face turned red in an instant, but he looked away the moment he caught sight of your intense scowl.
"G-get the hell out," Koujaku demanded again as he dragged the boy out the door, slamming it on his way out.
You finished up your shower as quickly as possible, still fuming with anger and embarrassment. You had questions, and you were ready to make sure they got answered. Throwing on your clothes as fast as humanly possible, you burst open the door. You stomped over to the kitchen, hair still dripping. There, you saw Koujaku sitting with two plates of breakfast prepared. He had an apologetic grin plastered on his still blushing face.
His innocent appearance calmed you a bit and you took a seat next to him. Hunger overcame anger for a moment as you began eating the breakfast on your plate. Koujaku watched you in fear, probably waiting for a harsh scolding.
"Explain," you demanded between bites of toast.
"Well, you see-"
"Nice to see you with some clothes on," a voice from behind interrupted.
You whipped around to see the same blonde pervert from before.
"You," you seethed.
"What about me?"
He spoke with an impressively serious and highly irritating poker face.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Noiz."
Your eyes narrowed as you shot him a glare. Turning to Koujaku, you did the same.
"Koujaku, who is he?"
"He's...a friend of a friend."
You raised an eyebrow, demanding more explanation.
Koujaku continued, "He's Aoba's friend and sort of my enemy."
"Then why's he in your house?"
"I'm right here," Noiz reminded, "and I came here to hide."
"From?"
"The cops. I also came here to use the bathroom though."
"I'm not even gonna ask about the cop situation. But...why the hell didn't you leave once you saw me in the shower?!"
"Dunno."
"What the hell kinda answer is that?"
Before a satisfactory explanation could be reached, the doorbell chimed.
**ding dong**
Koujaku stood up and opened the door.
"Good morning," a familiar voice rang out.
It instantly brought a smile to your face and you got up to greet your friend.
"Morning Aoba!"
"Morning," he replied, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair like he always used to.
"Ah! Your hair is soaked! You still don't know how to properly dry your hair?"
"I-I do!"
A blush had taken over your face at the nostalgia of Aoba's touch.
"Haha Then do it better next time! Wouldn't want you to catch a cold."
You nodded, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Aoba and you as kids.
'He's still the same kind, gentle person I knew.' You thought fondly.
"Hey Noiz," Aoba greeted.
"Aoba."
'So why is he friends with this guy?!?' You internally screamed.