"Y-you--"

"What a coincidence meeting you here,"

"U-USHIWAKA?!"

Coincidences doesn't exist, doesn't it?

==

Oikawa doesn't believe his eyes. Is he so fatigued that his eyes created an illusion of an Ushijima Wakatoshi? Or is his retina broken already that his vision became real bad and whoever-stands-in-front-of-him figure suddenly transforms into that Shiratorizawa Spiker?

Whatever the case is, he firmly believes that reality is playing a trick on him.

A playful trick.

"Yeah. Good afternoon, Oikawa," The taller guy greeted in his usual voice. The voice sounded deep and monotonous, just as you expected from an Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It is him. Probably.

Oikawa dumbly convinces himself to mistake the real deal as some random other guy. Because he just can't believe his vision.

"Tell me this all was a dream and please wake me up." Oikawa mumbled, quite loud. He starts to pinch his own cheeks hard; so hard that he groans in pain by himself.

"Ouch." He grunted softly. And gradually starts to frown miserably.

God.

How he wished all of this was a dream.

"Are you stupid?" Is Ushijima's blunt respond to Oikawa's lame self-conviction. Angry veins quickly pops on the brunette's forehead, as he begin to throw raging glares toward the annoying-looking stoic-head.

"Well, pardon me! I never expected i would meet my former rival-- or should i say, the face i don't want to see again?" Oikawa exclaimed sharply in a vigorous motion; his point finger pointing on the guy blamingly.

Ushijima stands in his usual calm and collected composure; seeming unshaken by the sharpness. Or maybe, just chooses to ignore it. He knows Oikawa disliked him, anyway.

The former setter tilts up his  own chin as he continues,

"Hmp-! Now go. Mind your own business. I'm just going to stay here. Waiting for this damn room's owner to open the frickin' door and let me in,"

Ushijima raises an eyebrow, looking down at Oikawa with the same look he gave when he said 'are you stupid?'

"I am this room's owner," He pressed the tone firmer at the 'I am'.

A pause.

Oikawa blinks in a slow motion.

"And what a coincidence again, so you are the second guy. My roommate from now on," Ushijima continued without a hint of guilt in his voice. Rather, faintly or not, he sounds a little overjoyed.

Oikawa widens his eyes in horror, replaying Ushijima's 'My roommate' in his head countless times, spinning around in a circle motion like a carrousel.

H U H ? !

==

"Welcome. Make yourself at home," Ushijima let Oikawa stepped in first ahead of him. Oikawa rolled his eyes in disgust upon receiving the gentlemanly act that he took as a lame sweet-acting attempt.

"This is my home now, dumbass," hissed the former-setter as he turned around to glare at Ushijima.

"Our home," Ushijima corrected.

The two guys are already inside now. Oikawa is still recovering from his hyperbolic shocked stateーsuch a drama kingー but as soon as the former setter got inside their room, he quickly looks around; observing the room. He was looking for some free space. Personal place, to be exact; a place he could claim as his without getting him to have anymore intervention with the former Shiratorizawa spiker who is now his roommate.

A moment of silence, then a sigh. Oikawa bends down and proceeds with opening his boxesーone by oneー and carefully sorts out the insides. Clothes, soaps, shampoo, pomade, et ceteraーuntil everything's perfectly sorted on the floor.

Ushijima observes quietly; secretly amazed by how fast and composed Oikawa is when he sorts all of it.

"And now, here it goes," Oikawa mumbled with a relieved sigh, after he took out the last item from the box. He gazes proudly at the various properly-assorted things on the wooden floor.

Done with boxes, The brunet stands up and places his luggage at the corner of the room. His eyes glances around againーsighing hopelesslyー then he goes on to start unpacking the rest of his things without much talks.

The room is not that spacious. It has one bathroom, living room that is connected to the kitchen instantly; separated by a counter, one bedroom, and a small balcony. The wall is painted light peach, and the floor is made from wood. Every interior seems simple and elegantーdespite on how plain the room was. The size's good . Perfect fit for one person, yet a bit cramped for two person. Oikawa now understand why the student room is indeed unique and cheap. It teaches the concept of sharing; exactly what every students should do. Though, he hasn't find the answer on why he should share with his current roommate now. He'd rather do what the animals do; marking territories. His own twisted theory of sharing.

Yep, guess that'd settle it. The setter  sighs after he finished his unpacking, and so he proceeds his work. He still got things to sort on by now, since he is a newcomer and completely aware of it.

"...."

A drastic change; from a drama-king complaint to a quiet, diligent newcomer. Oikawa really unpacked; as though he has ignored completely the fact that he will be roommates with the mighty spiker he hated from Shiratorizawa. He put his things on its place like that room is his home already, right from the start.

Ushijima who was  watching quietly is now stunned by how drastic his behavior changes. Ah, maybe Oikawa realizes already that whatever the circumstances is, he still has to accept the decision he determined at the start. And that is, to move in. Even if it's with one of his least favorite person.

"Hey, my toothbrush has turqoise cap. Yours is golden. Remember that." Oikawa's voice echoed across the room from the bathroom.

"Of course," Ushijima answered within a second from the living room. Why would the lad get their toothbrush mixed up, anyway? The tall brunet is now tidying up the sofa-- taking his jacket and such that he put carelessly on it. He honestly couldn't understand why Oikawa bothers to re-phrased his toothbrushーit won't even make the world end if Ushijima forgot, and accidentally uses it someday. Ah, but the spiker remembered how some people he came across as roomates on his Shiratorizawa days were sensitive on sharing the same tool being used to personal body parts, so he could tolerate.

"I'm putting my books on my shelf, okay?" Another exclaim resonated again from another side of the room.

"There's only one shelf here," Ushijima reminded without turning around.

"Yeah, on that shelf," Oikawa grumbled; clearly irritated.

In which Ushijima replies with something that ticks off the former-setter even more.

"That's yours and mine, "

"Tsk! Fine. Our shelf," Oikawa muttered 'our' between his teeth irritatedly, and Ushijima just simply responded to it with silence.

"My eating tools has blue sticker on it. Don't you dare to use it-- or even touch it," Oikawa exclaimed.

"Okay," Ushijima replied calmly.

"Such a big wardrobe. Oi, come here, Ushiwaka. Move your clothes to the left side, because i'm on the right side!"

"Right away," Ushijima walks on to where the wardrobe and Oikawa is. He looks at his sorted-clothes that are having its tidy, spacious space. Sharing, huh.  Fewer space and more tendency to be messy because of the little space. But still, he does as he told anyway. Oikawa aggressively shoves his tidy, folded clothes on the space Ushijima spared as soon as the taller guy finished moving his clothes.

"Hey, slowly." Ushijima tilted his head whilst glancing at the impatient Oikawa.

"My to-do list won't make it on that pace," Oikawa sticked out his tongue at Ushijima's face. By no time, he was immediately moving on to the refrigerator with some drinks and frozen-foods in his hand to put in there.

"The beverages on the freezer are mine," Another self-declared statement from Oikawa.

"But i put some of mine there too," Ushijima just can't accept the random claim out of nowhere. Hey, he invested a quite amount of drinks in there, and that is the least he could share, with the person who constantly marks around everything. Besides, in the first place, when it's related to sharings of foods and drink, who would want to?

"We can share though, if you want." Ushijima said with a bit of hard-feelings in his tone.

And Oikawa could only shakes his head, while one by one, put his drinks and foods irritatedly.

"...Jeez, okay. Yours' yours and mine's mine."

It doesn't end there, and as soon as the last drink is on the freezer, Oikawa stands up again and goes around to another corner and sides of the room; throwing off territories-markings in which most of it are one-sidedly determined.

"This hanger! You absolutely can't use anything i hang here. Or rather, use another hanger for yours,"

"These are my daily products. Day and night, don't ever thought of using it. Let alone touch it,"

"Hey, your side of the kitchen gotta be there and here's mine,"

"Seriously? Three drawers for yourself?! Two gonna be mine, i got lots of things, you know?"

It was okay at some points, but gradually it makes Ushijima annoyed; some of areas which were meant to be used together are one-sidedly restricted without a further agreement from Ushijima's side. It's ridiculous.

"Come on, Oikawa. We can share properly." Ushijima's eyebrows twitched in annoyance, in which it got responded by a sneer coming from the shorter brunet.

"This is my kind of proper, you get it?" Oikawa scoffed, as he walked past by Ushijima.

"....."

Ushijima seriously wanted to bump Oikawa's head to the wall right now, to snap him out to the reality that he is staying together with a person, not with a lion or something. Marking territory, telling these are his and those are his, even on things and areas which are meant to be used for everyone in the room; is he five?

Oikawa is now done with sorting, and now make an attempt to clean around the place a bit.

"Ushiwaka, can i borrow your toothbrush to scrub the bathtub?" He shouted from the bathroom.

"Don't toy with me," Ushijima replied in a split of second.

"Tch, i'm borrowing your napkin to wipe the table," Oikawa grabbed a dark-blue napkin he found hanged on the dining chair; quickly using it to wipe on the table surface.

Ushijima deadpans.

"That's my boxer,"

And without second thought, Oikawa throws away the 'actually-boxer' he was holding with a disgusted shriek.

"THE HELL-!"

That afternoon, Oikawa's unpacking agenda doubles up into a room-tidying up event. Oikawa is somehow strict toward proper and tidy things, unlike Ushijima who doesn't give any shits and stood firmly to the saying 'It all depends on your point of view.'
Yeah, Ushijima thought every mess was just a little mess--every single freaking time. Oikawa has more clean-sense than that Shiratorizawa guy. Though Oikawa's tidying up and unpacking involves some territory-markings in it.

"Yosh, all done!"

Ushijima snaps out of his thought. Curious, he heads to Oikawa who is standing at the kitchen; gazing proud at his works. Upon looking at the tidied up room, Ushijima is quite surprised. The kitchen looks as new as he first arrived there. The sink has no longer hold dirty dishes. The floors shiny and fresh; with apple aromas. And so is the living room he passed by when he headed there.

The taller guy then goes to check the bathroom. The toilet is as shiny as new, the bathtub is freshly scrub, and the shower is properly cleaned and put properly on its place. He again is surprised by Oikawa's splendid housework skills. Even though some marking like 'turqoise and golden cap' and 'blue sticker' marking does bug him a bit, overall the brunette's doing really made him astonished. He even bothered to tidy up Ushijima's things too; like his dishes, bathing tools, and pants (he put it on the hanger), despite his territoring habit.

He wonders why Oikawa has such amazing ability that of a house wife.

"Lastly... the room," Oikawa said in a peculiar tone. His face looks really bugged by it, "And there is only one bedroom?"

"Yeah, since i moved in," replied Ushijima, "It's the student room afterall,"

The brunet walks to the bedroom. He opened the door. Ushijima followed behind.

Creak

"...What,"

The room has one drawer with a lamp on top of it, a studying desk with a wheel office chair. But imagine the former setter's shockness when he saw there is only one bed inside.

A single bed.

"WAIT, WHATー?!" Oikawa shouted in a pure shocked tone. His pair of caramel-eyes then widens drastically out of true horror. No way. NO WAY GOD NO WAY. The voice resonated on his head.

"ONE BED?! ONE SINGLE-BED?!"

==

Hey, it's been two years already, isn't it? Happy (consecutively two) new years guys!!! ;)))))))

So, i was looking through my stories and discovered some drafts for this story, then i decided to pick ot up and continue it a bit. Ahh thanks for one of the comment in the previous chapter regarding a wait on this story, i was very touched bcs it has been two years long ya'know :'))))

From the very start i was planning the plot of this story to be light and easy-flowing; no big conflicts and confusing storylines or whatsoever. It literally just continues and flows the way i wanted them to be; just like how UshiOi dynamics and how they would slowly develops. That's why don't really expect much 'wow' conflicts for this; i simply express my love for UshiOi through this xD

Some significant change that's gonna happen in the story is probably my writing. It's been two years so yeah of course my writings style won't be the same. Hopes you guys are not too shocked or bothered by it, my apologies xD

Lastly, updates. I can't promise much updates in the future because of my quite loaded business in real life and also i will be writing my BNHA ship multichap, so yeah.  But still, i'm very happy and thankful that there are some few guys who actually enjoyed this story. Thanks a lot, you gave me will and motivation to try to continue it :"D

Votes and comments are highly appreciated. That's all from me, enjoy and spread the UshiOi love ❤️❤️❤️

Yours Truly,

Sou