"What are you doing?"
I quickly removed my hand from Kanoe's face and somehow ended up falling off the bed.
"I-I'm really really sorry! I didn't know I was touching your face, I swear! I was just reaching for my nightstand but your face was there instead! You have to believe me, I'm not a pervert!"
Kanoe just looked at me in total confusion before erupting into laughter.
"Look at your face! It's totally priceless! You're flustered and everything, I didn't know that was even possible!"
"I-I'm not-!"
"Go look in the mirror if you don't believe me, but I don't even think you'll see a human under all that tomato-colored skin." Kanoe continued laughing as I got off the floor and sprinted into the bathroom.
He was right, I was literally a human tomato. But that wasn't all, my hair was messy, I had a bit of drool on the side of my mouth, and I smelled like my bedsheets.
I need a shower, it's been a few days and I don't even think my comb can tackle this bed-head.
While I washed I kept pondering why Kanoe of all people could dull this approaching feeling of horror, I mean... He's just my roommate that happens to be an attractive guy that's good at dealing with socially awkward people. What makes him so special? Why does he have to be my scape goat?
I turned off the water and wrapped a towel around my waist.
Is it something with immortals? Maybe they just have that kind of influence on people, like a calming aura? Is it the same for all immortals?
More and more questions began piling on like 'Are there more immortals out there besides Kanoe?' and 'How many people have I passed on the street are immortal?'.
I took my toothbrush out of the cup beside my sink and put some toothpaste on it. Even while brushing I couldn't help but question Kanoe and his situation. I guess shower thoughts can continue even outside of the water.
I heard the door creak open to my right.
"Hey, how much longer til' you're done? I should probably wash up as well." I turned my head to the side and saw Kanoe peeking out from behind the door.
"I'll be out in a minute, just let me finish brushing my teeth."
Kanoe shut the door when a thought occurred to me.
What did Kanoe do to get murdered when I was chosen to autopsy him? If it was a mugger he most likely would've used a gun and Kanoe would've remembered being confronted. Murderers don't kill for no reason, so what is Kanoe not telling me?
I spit and rinsed, then ran a hand through my wet hair. I want answers, and I want them today.
I walked out of the bathroom and found Kanoe beside the door. He was looking at me, but for a second his gaze shifted and he walked into the bathroom.
Wait... he wasn't looking at the floor, was he? I followed where his gaze went before he entered the bathroom.
That d*mn little pervert! Just because I was wearing a towel doesn't mean he has the right to look down there!
I crossed my arms and walked over to my room so I could change. I don't think I'll be going out today since I haven't been called in for work and Kanoe literally just snuck out if the hospital so It's not the best idea to go out in public so soon.
I went into my closet and dug out my black hoodie and a pair of clean boxers, I didn't feel like pants today. I put them on and chilled on the bed for a few minutes until Kanoe walked in.
"Hey, when can we go to the mall? I went brain dead before we had the chance so I still need some new clothes."
"We'll go tomorrow, also don't think I didn't notice you sneaking a peek when I came out of the bathroom."
"Oh, I guess you caught me. I don't regret it though, it was a nice view."
"Oi, I told you no shenanigans. I'm not interested."
"If you saw a hot chic exit the bathroom with only a towel on, wouldn't you have looked too?"
"If she was my roommate, no way."
"And If she wasn't?"
"Hell yeah."
"Meh, you straight guys have weird tastes."
"So do you."
"Hey, no hits below the belt."
"That wasn't nearly the equivalent to a-"
Before I could finish, I had that feeling again. Directly burning into my back, like someone was holding a magnifying glass up to the sun and aiming the light on me. THE WINDOW.
I turned around slowly until I was looking straight through the window at the apartment building across the street and into the room directly parallel to mine.
For a split second, there was a man staring back at me from the other side.
"Miyazaki? What's the matter?"
I turned around and looked down at the palms of my hands. I was right.
"We're moving. Now."