[u][i][b][center]Atasuke[/center][/b][/i][/u]


It had a been a late night for him; it usually was. Working at a dead end white collar job for an ungrateful corporation often entailed late nights at the office. Company loyalty, they called it. But to Atasuke Yoshizaki, it was just a couple more hours of unpaid overtime. With such a meager income every week, it was no mystery as to why he was living in a small apartment with numerous other individuals; the majority of them being younger than him. It was strange, being the only adult at home. However, he often assumed that his fellow tenants were much older than they looked. He would never ask, though.

Isabella especially. 

He had been filing yet another Thirty Four -Dash- "C" form when Shuu came hobbling down the stairs, wearing the same dopey look on his face as he always did. Atasuke could only offer the kid a clipped nod, shrugging as he was ignored before rubbing his chinstrap beard as he returned his attention to his paperwork.


Concentration was key.

So when he heard the boy rummaging through cabinets before banging around pots and pans, he couldn't help but turn around his seat and voice his frustration.

"Shuu-kun," He began, shaking his head. "You'll make the others upset, and then I'll never get these forms done on-"

He was interrupted as everyone seemingly popped into existence the moment he blinked. 

First, was the tiger shark...creature...thing. The Salary Man didn't know what to think of him; yet he did sense enormous power contained within that little body. Perhaps it wasn't even his final form?

Next was the Cat-Boy, Koneko. He seemed to sleep all day and generally wasn't a bother. Late at night when Atasuke got home, he'd often see the feline slumbering on top of the fridge.

He idly took a sip from the coffee mug that lay across the table. Glancing at the muscular and formidable Hajime. He didn't know much about the teen, other than he probably took steroids and lifted weights the majority of the day.

Kei came down, followed by Mishi, Amami, and Haruko. The four of them were a strange lot, to him at least. For one, all of them didn't really seem keen on talking, and Atasuke never pressed the matter as it would be strange for a grown man to be seen talking with younger women that lived under the same roof with him. 


There was an awkward silence in the kitchen as everyone came down, with nothing but the sound of a steaming and bubbling coffee pot that sat idly on the counter next to the toaster.

"So..." The Office Worker mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Good morning everyone."