Why the fuck am I here?

It's all the Takano's fault. I accidently threw up after eating the dinner he made for me and after I admitted that the food didn't quite suit my tastebuds, he shoved me in his car and drove me to the local supermarket, telling me to grab the foods that I like. I don't see what the problem is as long as I eat the food.

But alas, here I am, following Takano around the store like he's my mother.

Now that I think about it, he is kind of like my mother. He feeds me, makes sure I go to bed at a decent hour and makes sure I wake up in time for work. He even cleans my house for me because apparently I have a lack of talent for picking up after myself. The only difference between him and a doting mother is he decides to stick his tongue inside of my mouth at every chance he gets.

"Oi Ritsu, are you listening?" Takano flicks my forehead and peers down at me, holding chicken breast in one hand and a steak in the other. "Do you prefer chicken or steak?"

I point to the chicken and glare at the steak. "Bones annoy me."

"What?"

"I don't like bones in my food."

"Could you get anymore pickier?"

"If you insist." I glare at him and walk into an isle for first aid. I need some new bandages.

After I pick out a few things -bandages, Band-Aids etc- I go back to the meat section but don't see Takano, I check the isles closest to where I last saw him but don't find him.

Ugh, of course he leaves me here.

I pat down my pockets to try and find my phone but remember that I left it in my apartment. Siiiiiggggghhhhh.

I was about to go looking for him but a loud static fills my ears and a croaky voice follows.

"Onodera Ritsu, could you please come up to the front counter, your…lover…is looking for you. That's Onodera Ritsu, wearing a plain black sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans, could you please come to the front counter." I feel my face heat up in both embarrassment and anger when the people around me start looking at me.

Instead of walking to the front counter, I walk out of the front door. Fuck him. We catch a glimpse of each other right before I walk out of the doors and I flip him off, just for measures.