Scara

Kazuha had moved into his new apartment just a couple of days ago. Tall, handsome, with an athletic build, long, shoulder-length hair streaked with a bright red streak, and a calm, deep gaze in his scarlet eyes, he had already managed to arrange his ideal space. Kazuha had always remained reserved and reasonable, but his reserve instantly vanished when there was a loud and unceremonious knock on the door. A stranger stood at the threshold. Short, with dark violet-blue hair cut in a stylish shoulder-length medusa, and dark blue eyes that literally shot lightning. He looked incredibly sweet on the outside, but his angry face and venomous gaze immediately betrayed a prickly, explosive nature.
The guy held the exact same key to this apartment.
Ten minutes of arguing and phone calls later, the ugly truth emerged: the fraudulent landlady had rented the apartment to both of them, taken the deposit, and vanished. Left with no money and no options, they were forced to resort to extreme measures—temporarily becoming roommates.
Scaramuccia crossed his arms over his chest and from the doorway gave the tall blond the most contemptuous look he could muster :
“Don’t even think we’ll get along, ” Scar snapped, walking into the corridor and bumping into Kazuha with his shoulder.
I'll take the big room. And you, "handsome," will live by my rules, understand?