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Sigh. What’s taking him so long? Ojima impatiently thought to himself. Anxiously clicking his pen over and over at his desk.
Hiroaki had left 10 minutes ago to go grab a quick snack to eat. At least, that’s what he said. It was worrying him now with how long he was taking.
He waited a minute longer to see if Hiroaki would return to the room on his own. He did not.
Takeshi stood up from his desk and set his pen down. Then exited his room to go find Hiroaki. He was worried that he may have been in danger again or something. Especially after the Yanagi incident.
To his surprise though, he found Hiroaki in the kitchen. Unharmed. With a bunch of apples in front of him?
“Nakamigawa, what are you doing? I’ve been waiting for you.”
“I’m trying to find which apple out of all of these is the most perfect.” Hiroaki said as he was intently inspecting an apple in his hands. It was mostly green with a bit of red on it.
“I.. didn’t think you would be this petty over some fruit.”
“I am not petty!-”
“You absolutely are.”
“I just like my apples to not have any of that icky brown stuff on it. See? This one even has an indent on it.” Ojima took a closer look at the apple Hiroaki was holding in his hands.
“I’m sure you can still eat it and be fine.”
“I won’t! I’ll probably end up finding a worm inside!”
“Now you’re being dramatic.”
“Well since you think I’m taking too long, why don’t you pick the perfect apple for me.”
“Ugh whatever, fine. If it’ll hurry you up.”
Ojima noticed there were a few extra apples sitting in the netting bag. He took them all out and began to inspect them all. Much quicker than Hiroaki of course.
Soon he came across a particular Honeycrisp apple. He held it in his hand. Both him and Hiroaki stared at it in awe.
“Well hey, looks like we’ve got a winner.”
‘Hell yeah we do! Gimmie it.” Hiroaki snatched the apple out of his hands to take a closer look. It was indeed perfect. Perfect in shape, perfect in color, it was a perfectly ripe apple.
“You wanna eat it just like that? Or do you want me to cut it for you?”
“Nah it’s fine I can cut it myself.”
“Are you sure? If you end up hurting yourself then that’ll be very bad for you–”
“I told you, I’ll be fine. I’m not stupid, Takeshi.”
“Sure you aren’t.” Ojima muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Oh nothing.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Hiroaki then began cutting the apple into little slices. While he was doing this, Ojima was beginning to return back to Takeshi Head World. A place where nothing in his life goes wrong and he can finally be at ease. A place where he isn’t in constant pain and suffering. A place where Ojima Takeshi can actually be happy—
“OW! MOTHER FUCKER. Shit!!”
Hiroaki suddenly yelling snapped him out of daydream. When he turned his attention to him, he saw Hiroaki holding onto his index finger.
“Nakamigawa, seriously. I told you to let me do it.”
“Shit shit shit shit! It fucking hurts!”
“Okay calm down- let me see.” Hiroaki showed his finger to him. To his surprise though, there wasn’t any blood. Ojima gave him an unamused stare.
“You are such a baby.”
“I’m not! It really hurts!”
“Then put it under some cold water. You’ll be fine.”
“I’m gonna die, Takeshi! Do you want me to die?”
“With the way you’re yelling in my ear? Absolutely.”
“Evil. Pure evil.”
“Just hurry up so you can eat your apples. I wanna finish drawing.”
After a bit more whining from Hiroaki, he soon rinsed his finger and allowed Ojima to finish cutting his apples for him. Then put away the other apples and went back to their room where very straight things occur.