This Codomain is Zetta Gay (Joshua, open?)

[Sho Minamimoto]

"Perfect."

There was a very good reason why Sho had made it a point to get to his new room first. He had big plans, oh yes he did, and the slightest bit of interference from a certain white-haired roommate would just screw everything all to hell. He would get his way this time, whether Joshua liked it or not.

And Joshua totally wouldn't like it.

Sho had specifically left the bed by the window for Joshua, taking the one against the wall for himself, and proceeded to duct tape the divide between his and Joshua's side of the room. As much as he would have liked to make that divide uneven, taking much more room for himself than for Joshua, his OCD made that option impossible, forcing him to measure the dimensions of the room in millimeters and dividing it accordingly.

He did, however, flip Joshua's bed upside-down and make a miniature junkheap on his side of the room. But being as it was on Joshua's side of the room and therefore would likely be dismantled the minute Joshua actually got there, Sho didn't put a whole lot of effort into it -- he left that for his own side.

It was actually a brilliant design. Using his bedframe as the base of the bigger junkheap, he strategically placed various dressers and tables and chairs around it, including ones he'd stolen from other rooms, apparently, and more than a few dragged in from the local junkyard, covered in rust and dirt. Every piece of furniture was very much accessible, and he'd already filled them with most of his belongings -- and little pieces of junk and scrap metal for later use. The whole thing spread from wall to wall and up to the duct tape, and rose up to the ceiling, where his actual mattress lay in a raised groove, making it impossible for anyone with a solid collarbone to actually get in the bed.

"Zetta. Perfect."

It was also pretty awesome that he'd managed to salvage a badass kinda-sorta-broken television from the trash and actually make it work.

Now all he had to do was finish boobytrapping Joshua's bed to burst into flames, and everything would be infinitely perfect.

[Joshua]

I was wrong. Fate does have a sense of humor.

After another argument with Sanae about who had more power over whom and who was ordering whom back home and for what reasons, Joshua was not in the best mood to be visiting his mathematical roommate. But it was high time he dropped off the essentials--the essentials, specifically. Anything of the slightest importance to him was back in Shibuya, except for the few things he'd deemed necessary and which were sequestered far from the Grim Heaper's rust-tipped fingers. Not that Joshua would trust his valuables anywhere near Minamimoto in the first place, but the additional annoyance of his smug satisfaction would make an unsavory situation even worse.

So when he entered the room, it was with a single duffel bag hanging at his back, an unsurprised glance at the two heaps, an almost wry appraisal of the duct tape, and an airy sigh. "Afternoon, Sho~." They hadn't exactly been on a first name basis at any point in the past, but Joshua figured in his no-nonsense fashion that they were living together now and that was perfectly acceptable. Besides, he could at least be pleasant--even if the most cathartic thing after a fight with Sanae would be a fight with Sho. "I love what you've done with the room. It's about a broken boiler and a Chevy away from being a total eyesore." He hesitated, looking from one bed to the other, before moving to the more elaborate heap. "You don't mind if I take a closer look, do you?" Not that he really needed one--a once-over had already given up its weakness. A hand on the right pipe and a twist to the left was all it took, and a symphony of clangs, cracks, and bangs heralded the entire structure's collapse.

Joshua raised his eyebrows and shot his new roommate a look that lacked any shred of remorse. "Oops."

[Sho Minamimoto]

Joshua's sigh preceded him, catching Sho off-guard and stopping him just before he crossed to his junior's side of the room. He turned before he could really take a moment to compose himself, expression showing that he really wasn't expecting Joshua to arrive unannounced, his lips nervously twitching into a lopsided grin.

"'Lo, radian. Looks like our vectors have intersected once more." The unconscious step backwards could've been out of an instinctive fear, or out of simple -- albeit faux -- courtesy, getting out of Joshua's way.

"I love what you've done with the room. It's about a broken boiler and a Chevy away from being a total eyesore."

How'd he know...?

"Well, the boiler didn't quite have the right dimensions, so I'm saving that for another project near the bridge -- and the Chevy just wouldn't fit no matter how much time I spent fighting with it." He turned to glance out the window, taking his golden eyes off of Joshua at precisely the wrong moment. "But I'm not finished with that yet. What I'll probably have to do is completely take it apart and th--"

"You don't mind if I take a closer look, do you?"

Sho almost whirled fast enough to get whiplash.

"DON'T--!"

He was, however, fast enough to see the whole thing come down. The blackened hand that had reached out in a gesture to stop Joshua slowly, slowly dropped to his side, clenching into a fist, and Sho's jaw tightened, teeth audibly clacking shut. All those hours...

"Oops."

For a good few seconds, Sho simply stared in shock, twitching now and then, until finally his posture slackened and he gave the pile of wreckage a serious, knowing nod. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Joshua--

--plastering the most sickeningly sweet smile he could onto his face, a smile which practically split his face in half, and which could possibly win the award for scariest damn smile of all-time given its effect when coupled with golden cat eyes that glared death. Closing the distance between them as casually as possible, he brought his hands together and started cracking his knuckles one by one.

"You know, Joshua..."

Maybe he was being reckless, or maybe he was banking on the idea that the boy's power would be muted enough in the realground to allow him to get away with it, but in the next second he had Joshua by the collar and the front of his shirt, lifting him up with a rough jerk.

"I didn't come here for you to factor things up for me like you did in Shibuya," he hissed through clenched teeth, voice dropping to a threat in spite of his smile. "The tape is there for a reason. Are we going to have a problem, or am I going to have to bisect you into an infinite number of congruent parts?"

He was fully expecting an inconceivable amount of pain to be delivered in the next three seconds. 3...2...

[Joshua]

The smile that could charm the horns off Satan was wasted on the already riled pale-haired boy. Joshua only raised his eyebrows as though feigning innocence or interest, not even removing his hand from his hip when he found his feet dangling above the floor. Instead he just waited for Minamimoto to get violent--for the punch that would end the mathematician's existence.

Three...two...

...

"Hmmm~." A smirk curled around his lips. "Then you're actually opting for some measure of courtesy? Chivalrous." He gripped the hand at his collar and twisted free with the inevitable, bruising strength of someone much stronger than Minamimoto, shoes clapping against the floor as he caught himself.

Brushing off his shirt idly where his roommate had touched it, he crossed back over to what Minamimoto had deemed his side of the room--the one with the window, interestingly enough. It was the position Joshua preferred--with the sky pouring sunlight or starlight onto the view below--so he was somewhat surprised Minamimoto had vacated it. Maybe the math fetishist was ironically afraid of heights. "All right, I suppose I can observe the boundary thus far. But only as long as you do." He punctuated this with the clangcrashbang of the second heap coming down, idly rolling or shuffling the junky pieces across the tape and out of his way with his foot. "I'm sure you thought you were doing me a favor--and it's a very cute gesture, Sho, it is; I appreciate it--but we have dramatically different aesthetic senses. One man's trash, no~?" The sudden zzzzip! of a sheet in the air meant he was customizing the bed--violet, of course--but it was hard to say if he'd somehow conjured it or if he'd pulled it out of the duffel while he was walking. Either way, he leaned over it precariously with one foot in the air, as casually and carelessly as if Minamimoto were a harmless dust bunny in the corner.

[Sho Minamimoto]

When his mental timer reached zero, Sho instinctively flinched -- only to find he was flinching at the soft, non-threatening hum of Joshua's voice. The smirk, however, kept the Grim Heaper on guard, possibly doing worse damage than any sort of physical attack would have.

"Then you're actually opting for some measure of courtesy? Chivalrous."

And then ice-cold lightning exploded in his wrist, wrenching a cry from Sho's throat and forcing him to let go. Darkness enveloped the injured wrist as he tried to set it right with his left hand, biting his lip to stifle any further whines of pain beyond a simple ffffffffffffffffffff.

"Chivalrous. Is not. How I would define it."

But Sho's voice was overridden by the cacophony of things smashing onto the floor, followed by the drone of things escaping to his side of the room to join the rest of the pile. Joshua was saying something wholly unimportant, as always, and Sho wasn't as concerned with that as he was with salvaging what was left of his creation. After gathering it into a somewhat manageable pile, he paused, gaze turning analytical.

"It's a set of rules that need to be..." He drifted off for a moment, expression warping from analytic to devious to sickeningly conniving, until he finally worked up the nerve to turn to face Joshua once more. "...Y'know, this could work out to benefit both of us -- I don't suppose you could give me a hand with that Chevy?"

[Joshua]

Joshua either pretended not to hear him or was a little too enraptured with interior design, adding sheets and a gold bedspread and working several violet pillows with gold borders free of the duffel, stacking them around the edge of the bed until it more closely resembled a couch or a very violet fort. "Work together? Oh how very perceptive of you, Sho. I never would have considered that. Do you suppose we'll also hold hands and sing songs about friendship?"

Topping the design off with a white stuffed cat and smoothing the hairs on its head, thoughtful purple eyes drawn to the window, Joshua leaned one elbow against the headboard. "Before you get petty and dull, I'm not disagreeing. I'm just disappointed. Honestly, I thought you were smarter than this. Of course we won't get very far if we're at each other's throats this entire time, not that I very much expect you to change, and perhaps if I trusted you more than a poisoned apple I'd give that suggestion some consideration." He moved to the dresser to unpack mechanically, the duffel still hanging from one shoulder. "In the meantime, have your fun on your side and I'll keep to mine as promised."

[Sho Minamimoto]

Sho rolled his eyes, gaze drifting back to his ruined heap as he let Joshua prattle on. There was no real point in arguing with him; moving too fast was not going to yield the results he wanted, and he did not want to draw Joshua's suspicions...it was best for him to wait.

So long as it was for his end goal, Sho could wait a very, very long time.

"Suit yourself, radian. Expect that Chevy before t=0:00, regardless." Snickering a little to himself, he turned to face Joshua once more. "Too bad, Josh. You don't seem to zetta appreciate just what that sort of partnersh..."

That cat.

Sho's arms dropped to his sides, yellow eyes narrowing with a mix of suspicion and hatred and...envy. He was moving without realizing it, boots treading heavily on the floor, and he only barely caught himself before he stepped over the taped line.

"Where did you get...?

Impossible.

His hands clenched into fists.

It took what seemed like eternity before he finally tore his gaze away from the stuffed cat, and without another word, Sho walked out the door.