Juuzou stare at me with an intimidating look while I try to maintain my 'strict' composure.

'I can't believe that stopping him from buying sweets can lead into this situation' I grimace.

"Juuzou, we are waiting for 'Hanbee Abara' and I can't let you go out by yourself unless he deliver your personal belongings" I said in a calm voice,

Congratulating myself afterwards since I didn't stutter out of fear and uneasiness.

"And what's the connection of stopping me from buying sweets?" He asked quickly yet fluidly, his red eyes still staring at my (eye color) ones.

"I can't let a stranger come in my house just to depart your belongings!" I stated with furrowed eyebrows. "What if he hates you and plant a bomb in your clothes?"

"You don't know me before, but you let me in" Juuzou emphasize my past actions with a taunting smile.

I sigh at Juuzou's statement. "I let you in my household, out of worry and compassion ok?"

He rolled his eyes at my defending answer. "And Hanbee can't even kill a single ghoul before - let alone his human superior. Don't make baloneys about strangers"

'Wow, I can't believe you change the topic Juuzou' I stated sarcastically.

"I dont know the man, so I'm sorry" I concluded.

When he didn't response for a good two minutes, I thought that our discussion have come to an end.

I return to my current work - which is crocheting a red and black Jacket for Juuzou.

I'm glad that he didn't stand up and continue his plan to buy some sweets as he keep dazing off while sitting on the (favorite color) (leather/cotton/wood/plastic/etc) couch with his mouth open.

'He looks like a helpess fish out of the sea' I chuckled to myself when I glance at him.

Humming to myself, I untangle the thread of the red yarn from its natural style and started to get back to work.

I honestly don't know if he have any Jacket since he always re-use his clothes.

(In all honesty, I told him that he lack of proper hygiene when he use his 'unclean' clothes when he go to work - but he assured me that he changes his clothing with the help of his 'partner' Hanbee. Which, in my opinion, makes me feel uncomfortable when he mention that)

"You should be." Juuzou scoff, raising both his legs at the couch and hug them. I look at him with confusion but then remember that I unwillingly accused his 'partner'.

"Hanbee -despite his weak courage and uselessness in field- is a great guy" He said with his mouth on the top of the couch pillow.

His statement is muffled, but it's clear enough for me to hear and comprehend what he said.

"Hm, ok." I acknowledge him bluntly.

Silence accompany Juuzou's 'song of boredom' (on which he just wail and make weird comments such as 'The ceiling looks like Cochlea and a Quinque case' or something like that) as I keep working on his jacket, thinking of how he would react if I give it to him, and the possibility if he would like it or not.

I've been thinking a lot of him lately, worry a lot of his well being, and do small things such as buying him sweets after my job.

We've been living together in more than a week and he already has an effect to me...

'I blame my motherly and compassionate instinct' I assured myself.

Maybe because...

Something about Juuzou - his demeanor and unique personality - makes me feel at ease with his company.

Even if his annoying at times -or intimidating- he surely know his limitation.

I smiled to myself as I think of him without me realising it.

I'm not really sure if his looking at me or not, but I got a feeling he does.

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"Juuzou,"

"Hmm?"

"Your wearing a skirt, so can you please, fix the way you sit? It almost look like you're disrespecting your self."

"Weeeeeeellllll It's not myyyyyy fault that soooommmeeeeooonnneee forgot to do the laundryyy and washed both her and my clothes then offered me a skiiirt than letting me walk around the house with my boxers"

"I HAVE TO OK? I HAVE TO."

"I know, so don't comment how I sit, I'm a (wo)man to myself"

"Right..."

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I almost throw my crochet hook and unfinished product in the air when I heard an abrupt knock on my front door.

I look at Juuzou -whose making a drawing of an... cat I think?- with my (dominant) hand on my chest, calming my quick heart beat with widened eyes.

And I thought it was him knocking the door out of boredom...

He looks back at me with his innoncent ruby eyes and sniff in the air. I gave him a look when he continues to sniff on the air with closed eyes -like a dog looking for a bomb-

Juuzo smiled to himself - as his eyes snapped open, looking like they're twinkling out of excitement - and literally jumped out of the couch.

'He ran to the front door with the speed of a cheetah.' The thought crossed my head.

I carefully placed my brochet hook and the incomplete jacket on the basket near my (favorite color) (leather/cotton/wood/plastic/etc) chair and went to the front door to attend my 'visitor' that have successfully delivered Juuzo's belongings.

'I wonder what kind of guy is Hanbee,'

'Is he someone like Juuzou but more mentally stable?'

'Or someone that has this air within him that is surprisingly calm?'

I slowly proceed to the direction of the front door, thinking of what kind of person is Hanbee, and merely overhearing the loud compact of door meeting the wall and Juuzo yipping happily.

"Ooooh~! You brought me some Donut from Donut Meister!"

"Yes, we bought in the way here they flavors are Chocolate Combo, Pink Bavarian, and Strawberry Delight,"

"U-uh boss... why are you wearing a...skirt?"

"Calm down Hanbee - Boss may found a hobby that finally suits him"

"..."

"..."

"S-sorry boss"

I stop on my way, I couldn't help but flinch when I heard two voices rather than one.

I comtinue to walk slowly as the visitors argue to themselves pettily about Juuzou's choice of attire - not noticing me stopping behind Juuzou.

I put my hand on his left shoulder, as he turned around instinctively with a closed-eyes smile, shaking the sweet contents of what's inside the paper bag that has the logo of Donut Meister.

"Look (Name)! Look~! Mizurou and Hanbee brought me some donuts from Donut Meister!"

I don't know how to respond to him verbally rather than an awkward smile, showing that I'm happy for his gift.

He gave me a pat on the head (which in all honesty made me feel self concious of my height) and happily skip to the living room -leaving me to tend my visitors, alone.

'I'll be sure to let him eat vegetables after this abandonment' I imagined myself slapping Juuzou on the face with a radish.

The two strangers seems to calm down, their voices suddenly gone as I keep imagining throwing vegetables at Juuzou, who really hates them for a reason.

"Ah, you must be (Name)-sensei," I snapped out of my imagination when I heard the same voice -only more realistic and clearer- I talked before in the telephone.

I look at the owner of the voice with no hesitation -which is a really tall man with long black hair and black attire- and nodded.

I almost choke on my own saliva when I notice that he doesn't have any... prominent 'irises' on his eyes...

"Yes, I am (Name)," I confirmed for him, "there's no need for formality, just my name is fine" I stated with confident, not showing that I felt self concious about my height and asked him,"... and you must be Hanbee?"

I look up at the tall stranger -not giving any attention to the other person he brought-.

"Indeed," Hanbee smiled down at me.

"Ah, I never thought you're this kind of person, so different from what I imagine you are," I stated directly, almost slapping myself from confessing that I am wary of him.

Hanbee didn't show any negatives response -which surprised me- and smiled. "Don't worry, I understand, lots of people mistook my personality because of my appearance"

"Nothing is wrong with your appearance" I assured the tall man, "It's just that, I'm only surprised of you, just like the way I'm surprised of uuzo" I chuckled afterwards, making Hanbee grin instinctively when I compared him with his boss.

I was about to ask Hanbee something when I noticed another tall person beside him.

"Sorry for my ignorance of your presence" I apologized to the other stranger with a bit guilt.

I suddenly strike a conversation with Hanbee without knowing the other person his with.

"None taken," The stranger assured me with a kind grin.

I almost ogled on how cute he looks,
Well, almost.

And gave him a shy skile.

His wearing a black attire that almost identical with Hanbee's, and hair is brown - almost matching his black obsidian eyes. (A/N: I don't know his natural eye color, YET, since it's not mention in his biography in Wikia, but let's stick with black eyes for a while)

"I am Mizurou Tamaki," he introduced himself, "But call me Mizurou, (Name)"

I envy how tall these gentlemans are, since I have to stretch my neck just to meet their gaze.

"I will," I stated, my eyes wandering down at two medium luggage Hanbee is carrying, on which I assumed, as Juuzou's belongings.

"Oh come in," I invited them as I step aside to make a way for them, "It must be a huge trouble packing Juuzou's belongings since he can make a mess with a flicker of a finger" I joked to the two man.

Hanbee smiled at that. "Not at all, we enjoyed helping Boss whenever we can,"

"Yeah, it became our second instinct when living with him" Mizurou added, bearing the same expression as Hanbee.

'So... Juuzou have been using the kindness of people around him abusingly?'

I shook my head on that sudden thought as the two gentleman went in her house.

After all... I was the one who let Juuzo live with me out of compassion.

So I have no right to take back what I did, right...?

...

...

...

This world is messed up than really intended.

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"Ah, your living room looks magnificent (Name),"

"O-oh, thanks Hanbee, *laugh nervously*"

"Let me help you carry those treats and tea"

"T-thanks again Hanbee!"

"Don't be, we're visitors"

"Oi!oi! (Name) you knit? Sweet!"

"That's actually crocheting, Mizurou, but it's almost the same thing, the pattern just differs"

"I see... so you're making a jacket for yourself?"

"N-not actually... I'm just making it out of boredom..."

"*gasps happily* Can I have this when you're finish then?!"

"Dream on Mizurou! That jacket is mine! (Name) didn't measure my measurement when I was half-asleep without a reason!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I swear to everything that is Holy, I measured his T-Shirt and not his actual body.

"Huh?! But who molest me then?!"

"...your windows open at night and the neighbors' cat usually hang out at the room you're residing in,"

"Whaaaaa-?"

"Since you're half-asleep, they may or may not molest you in a way"

"..."

"..."

"I knew cat's were evil!"

"Mizurou, don't humor her statement"

"HANBEE"

"B-boss?"

"Please remind me that I will also killing cats this day on,"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Starting with Akira's cat--"

"NO"

"NO PLEASE BOSS NO"

"Who is Akira?"

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FINALLY I'M DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER,
now, just going to proofread this *_* (or not cause Imma lazy llama, *mind you people, Llama's are cute)

Sorry for not reallly updating every 2 weeks, because, meh, the story writes itself like YEAAAH.

Hehehe, I'm a person with humor, and Mizurou is like, my new favorite Suzuya squad member besides Hanbee and Juuzou, because he name his Quinque beef!

Cousin: WHO NAMES A QUINQUE OVER A MEAT?!?!

Me: *eyes shining brightly* I'll name my Quinque PORK SIOMAI in memories of the siomai I ate!

Cousin: ... APA, no,

Me: ._. How dare you, Mizurou name his Quinque beef and you don't argue to me about it.

Cousin: because his just kawaii and mah 135th bae.

Me: =.= ok,

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