No strings attached

Pt.18- Clarity

After allowing the younger man to rest for a while and freshen up yet again, Kirishima drove him to his apartment- since he'd been so keen on trying to go clean it earlier.

"How much cleaning can you even do with your wrist in a cast?"

"My place isn't that dirty. I just have to tidy up a bit."

Kirishima pursed his lips. "If your place isn't that dirty, why were you so insistent on cleaning it today?"

"Be quiet already." Yokozawa got out of the car and began walking briskly towards the apartment complex, a bit nervous when he heard the other get out of the car as well and follow behind. "Y-you're not gonna wait in the car?" He asked nervously, pulling out his house key.

"Nah. I think seeing your home would be way more fun than waiting in the car."

"Don't get your hopes up. I don't have much."

"Too late."

Gray eyes held a bit of disgust and annoyance. "Why are you so fucking weird? You're seeing a prostitute's apartment, what's so great about that? Like I said before, I don't own much."

"So? I'm not all that concerned about what you own, or what you don't own."

"Whatever." He led him to his apartment and unlocked the door, allowing him to enter first. Upon first glance, the apartment was rather nice. It wasn't one of those super expensive ones, but it wasn't a cheap one either. The walls were painted a bright white, the borders a stained mahogany.

A few pictures were hung up on a wall to the far back. In the living room was a television on a stand, a small table with magazines and a recliner. It was pretty bare. There wasn't much to see or take in.

"I like your set up." The elder said, walking around the living room and beginning to poke through things. "It's simple, and it looks comfortable."

"I was going for cheap and basic." Yokozawa chuckled lightly, heading towards a room further back before pausing. "You can look around if you want. Just don't be too disappointed. The only entertaining thing here is the TV and the magazines."

"Alright. Let me know if you need help cleaning." He watched as the younger male disappeared without another word. Now that he was alone with nothing to do, he took up the offer and began exploring. He went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, eyes widening when he saw a plethora of energy drinks, teas, pastries and premade meals.

I can't help but worry about this guy. Kirishima's thought while closing the fridge. He moved on to the cabinets and began rummaging through them, not finding much besides a few dishes that had accumulated quite a bit of dust from inactivity. On the counter were a few bags of groceries that had yet to be put away, he looked through them and facepalmed.

Bread. Of course. This guy seemed to just live off of easy carbs. With an amused chuckle, he removed the bread from the grocery bags and put them in a plastic container on the counter.

Moving on, he entered the room that the other had disappeared through and quickly realized he was in his bedroom. There was a full size bed off to the side with black satin sheets, two book shelves overflowing with books, a vanity with a full length mirror, and a nightstand.

Immediately he was drawn to the bookshelves. Why? Because one question lingered in his mind- what did this man enjoy? What did he like reading about? His hazel eyes scanned through the titles of the books so he could get an idea. Most of the books were manga, along with a few cook books.

He placed them back in their designated place and moved on to a closet, he threw open the doors and was more or less unimpressed with the clothing. Everything was plain. He had blue and black button up shirts, and a few variety of jeans. At the very back of the closet was some type of lingerie body suit, similar to one he'd purchased for the man to wear.