Neither of you wanted to work together, let alone live together. But whatever boss man says goes.

Akutagawa was to keep a watchful eye on you at all times. You didn’t get privacy, that was just part of joining such a dangerous organization. They had to find reasons to trust you.

Aku’s apartment wasn’t at all welcoming, and he certainly wasn’t either. Seemed he hated you without valid explanation. The only time he’d speak to you was when he needed something or to usher you out of bed for work. This wasn’t the life you wanted to live. Not the path you preferred, but with your talent and ability, what other choices did you have? The port mafia was as close to home as you were ever going to get.

“Out of bed. We’re late,” the blankets are snatched off of you, much like other mornings as he tries to get you up. Missed your alarm, again.

Worked sucked as it was, but an angry supervisor made it ten times worse.