Chapter 46

Wafi had multiple things on his mind when Hisoki walked into the main room, with pj pants and a But there was one that Wafi couldn't wait for. "Wait, why the hell are you here?" Wafi asked, having to do a double take to look at him. It was Hisoki, definitely Hisoki. But he looked tired, almost worn out. Though he smiled, looking over at Wafi. "Am I not allowed to live at my house?" He countered, before walking into the kitchen.

Wafi turned to Baker, questioning all of reality. "How did- where did he come from? I thought he was- what the hell?!" He flopped down onto Yoshi dramatically, the brunette pushing him off. "He came back during the night. Or morning, I guess." Baker shrugged. Wafi went quiet for a moment, his sideways brain gears turning. "Oh my god, he totally fucked someone." Wafi said, leaning back. Yoshi automatically hit him in the arm. "Shut up! That's not funny!" Yoshi yelled, somewhat attacking him. "Why am I always abused?" Wafi cries.

"Well, if we're being realistic. Based on what we know about this alter.... I wouldn't be so shocked if that happened." Kai informed me. Harley laid back, placing his hands over his eyes. "See look! I was so right! He totally hooked up with someone!" Wafi whisper-yelled, shoving Yoshi away from him. "He came back at like… six. The sun wasn't up yet, but it was almost." Baker mumbled, giving more info. Oh, he was definitely hooking up with someone.

"So what. You freak out and then go fuck someone. What sense does that make?" Yoshi asked, being somewhat reasonable. "Eh, wouldn't be shocked if he had some sort of sex obsession." Kai shrugged. "He seemed very.... He always flirted with people."

"Can you stop, this is none of our fucking buisness." Harley muttered, standing up from his comfortable position. He huffed, walking towards the hall. Baker nods his head. "He's not wrong, this is none of our business. We should stop talking about it." Baker reasons. Wafi sighs. But this was fun! "Well let's just ask him, then. Gossiping isn't good." Wafi rationalizes.

Yoshi hits him on the arm. "You are not asking him. I will tape your mouth shut, don't try me." Yoshi voiced harshly. Wafi huffed, scooting to sit on the couch. "Sorry, sorry. But where did Harley go?" Wafi asked, looking around. "He got tired of you two." Mago said, laughing. Yoshi scoffed. "No, he got tired of Wafi. I'm his favorite." Yoshi jokes, giggling. Wafi gasped dramatically. "My husband? No fucking way." He stands up, walking over to the kitchen.

Hisoki was cooking scrambled eggs, with rice bowling in another pan. Harley was sitting on the counter beside the stove, watching the food. "Husband one, husband two." Wafi jokes, gaining Hisoki's attention, though Harley continues to look down. "Hey." Hisoki said simply, nodding towards Wafi before continuing to focus on the food. He grabs the pot of steamed rice, mixing it with a wooden spoon.

"So you're accepting the fact that you're my husband?" Wafi asked excitedly. Harley sighed. "Knock it off. It was peaceful here without you." Harley muttered. Wafi raised his hands in defeat. "Ok, my bad. I'll stop acting like that," Wafi hops onto the counter, opposite of Harley. "What are you making?" Wafi asked, the teasingness in his voice gone. "I think I have some spam in the fridge, Harley could you get that."

Harley sighs, dramatically walking over to the cabinet. "I'm not your slave." Harley muttered, grabbing the spam. He placed the can next to Hisoki, before going back to his seat. "I'm just making fried rice, nothing special." Hisoki explained, placing the rice in a bowl. Wafi hummed. "Hisoki, do we have homework?" Wafi asked. Hisoki chuckled, nodding his head. "On Monday you will. It's a small group project." Hisoki multitasked, glancing up at Wafi every now and then.

Wafi nodded, looking at the food. "Is it almost done?" It smelled delicious. Leveled, different sets of fresh, sweet, and salty flavors. Veggies, fruits, and seasonings create a traditional Japanese cuisine. Hisoki chuckled, nodding. "It is." Hisoki confirms. Both Wafi and Harley cheer quietly. "What were you guys talking about?" Wafi asked, leaning slightly over the food. Hisoki places an arm carefully around Wafi, making sure he wouldn't fall.

"Kanji." Harley said simply. Wafi dramatically groaned, leaning back. Hisoki quickly grabbed a spoon, scooping a spoonful of the flavored rice and putting it into Wafi's mouth. Wafi grabbed the spoon, eating the rice. Harley laughed. "That sure shut you up." Harley jokes. Wafi hums, sliding the spoon out of his mouth. "Really good, where did you learn to cook this?"

"My mom taught me. She didn't teach me too much about cooking, but I learned this recipe." Hisoki smiles, trying to open a cabinet. Wafi noticed it and opened the cabinet for him, the height from him sitting on the counter enabling him to grab the porcelain bowls. "Hisoki, I didn't notice until now how short you are." Wafi clicked his tongue, hopping off the counter to place the bowls in his stop.

Hisoki rolls his eyes. " I am not short, brat. You are talking to your teacher. I will….." Hisoki sighed, not finding the right word. "What will you do? Ugh, the possibilities are endless." Wafi sighs dramatically, as Hisoki calmly poured the fried rice on the different bowls. This was going to be one of the best breakfasts in his life. "God, so immature." Harley muttered. He walked out of the kitchen, dragging Wafi along by a strand of hair.