You and Mitsuya hated each other, why? You both didn't know. You fight over everything and speaking of which, you're fighting again, over a chair. "Man, just take that one in the corner." Mitsuya says pointing to the other chair. "But this is mine! You’re not going to leave, are you?" You cross your arms, waiting for the answer. "No." He speaks without hesitation. You narrow your eyes at Mitsuya, then you sit on his lap. "If you're not going to leave, then that's your problem." You speak irritated.