"Ugh-!!" Shiro groaned as he felt the hardwood floor hit his body. His stomach mostly hurt from where Kurosu had his arm wrapped around. 

"That Bastard!!!" Shiro thought to himself in anger and embarrassment, "I'm not a thing you just throw around!!" 

He slowly got up into a sitting position and took in his surroundings. Shiro had been transported to a small and barren room with a small gray couch in the corner with a coffee table and a few pieces of furniture that seemed quite empty with no items accenting the; A table in the corner with no items on top, a black bookshelf parallel to the couch with absolutely nothing adorning the rows of empty space. 

"Well this looks depressing" Shiro scoffed as he stood and dusted himself off.

"Don't be critical of my decorating, you'll be dealing with it from now on" 

"Like hell I won't. This isn't even minimalist. It's just plain awful" Shiro retorted.

"I don't give a damn, snowflake." 

"Oho! I've been upgraded now! What happened to chalk!?!" 

"Does it matter what I call you? You seem to respond to whatever"

"I have a name and if you're gonna be that way, I'll just won't talk to you until you say my REAL name!"

Shiro turned his head away like a child refusing to eat their vegetables. Visibly annoyed with the latter.

"You're overreacting. I do KNOW your name."

"..." 

Shiro still had his head turned away and wasn't responding.

"Listen, don't be a little kid right now. We need to talk about the contract. It requires us both to contribute to this partnership and if I am training you as my contribution, you need to do something for me for the contract to work, understand?"

"..."

"This contract will be voided and will both be punished for it. You will lose your hunter's license."

"...."

"I SAID YOU WILL LOSE YOUR HUNTERS LICENSE AND THAT MEANS YOU'LL BE OUT ON THE STREETS!" 

"..."

Kurosu huffed. 

"He's actually doing this, huh?" He thought to himself.

Kurosu swallows his pride for once. As much as he wanted to die on this hill and stick it to Shiro, he wanted to get this conversation over with.

"...Shiro." Kurosu uttered softly, making Shiro turn his head. He had a sly smirk on his face as he had finally proven his point.

"Yes? You have my attention now" 

Kurosu just growled in annoyance and continued with his explanation.

"In order for the contract to work, we have to provide something the other party needs. In these contracts, if you don't contribute, there will be consequences"

"Uh-huh" 

"So since I am contributing by training you in combat, you need to contribute!"

"And what will you need from me? Do you need lessons on interior design?" 

"N-no!" 

"Then what do you need me to do? Spit it out" 

"Just do housekeeping! I don't know, just clean around the house when I'm away! I still have to do commissions so just make the house tidy" 

"...that's it?" 

Kurosu looked at Shiro a little nervously, Clearly not expecting Shiro to accept the idea.

"OK so let me get this straight: You will train ME if I just...clean your house while you're gone?"

"....and…cook"

"Oh, dear god" 

"Shiro!  

Shiro isn't sure if Kurosu's serious about this or if he's just screwing with him.

He'll teach him how to defend himself if he just cooks and cleans.

Easy peesy!

"OK, fine. W-where do I start?" 

"...!" 

The two looked at each other like the other was stupid.

"R-really?"

"Yeah, totally" 

"Eh…"

"Is this that hard for you!?!" 

"S-shut up! I can't do either since I'm always away! I don't have time!"

Kurosu had a light gray blush over his pale face and the rings on his Horns were glowing a light purple.

"He's embarrassed." Shiro thought. "Black Dragons horns glow in response to their emotions. If they're heightened enough, they'll glow brighter...it's kinda cute on Kurosu." 

Shiro quickly back peddled on that though 

"N-not that it matters!!" 

He shook his head to get back in focus.

"Whatever the case, I'll gladly do it if you fulfill your end!" Shiro proclaimed loudly. He walked over to stand toe to toe with Kurosu; Hands on his hips and a confident smile.

"When do we start?" 

 Shiro let out a wail as he faced the empty and barren kitchen in Kurosu's apartment. Not a single plate or pan filled its cabinets or drawers. Even the fridge and pantry were stripped bare.

"Aaaaaaaagh!!!!!" Shiro screamed 

"W-what…?" Kurosu over at Shiro, unfazed by the issue at hand.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COOK WHEN THERE IS NOTHING TO COOK WITH!!" 

"...Can't you just...make it?" 

Shiro facepalmed at the sheer lack of understanding coming from his "teacher" now.

"After checking your cleaning supplies, WHICH YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE, I check this and you don't have COOKING SUPPLIES EITHER!?! HOW WERE EXPECTING ME TO DO MY PART WITHOUT IT!?!"

"...I had thought about that" 

"You hadn't thought about it...At all."

"No"

"Oh, dear god"

Shiro massaged the bridge of nose. He then has an idea pop into his head.

He stands in front of Kurosu and grips his scarf, pulling Kurosu down to eye level with him.

"Where's your money!" 

"Eh!?!" 

"I need your money so I can buy supplies! Consider it a down payment for the work!" 

"You're not taking my money!"

Kurosu felt a dark aura come from Shiro, it was an overwhelming sense of imminent death emanating from the smaller dragon. A power spike he felt when Shiro stomped on his foot. It's occurring again.

"I'M TAKING IT. NOW!" Shiro firmly ordered. 

"..."

Kurosu and Shiro are at the Ryoko street market ordering whatever Shiro tells Kurosu to get, he begrudgingly gets it while carrying everything Shiro has him order.