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ᏋᎩᏋᏕ ᎧᏁ ᎷᏋ, ᏕᏋᏁᎮᏗᎥ
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"HIDEYOSHI-KUN,GOOD MORNING!"
A kind-looking man, who had messy black hair and brown eyes along with glasses, greeted his neighbor with a wide grin on his face as he leaned over the railings of the apartment building. He was merely wearing a white shirt and his pajamas, making the cold breeze of the early morning brush upon his skin — but he didn't really care at the moment. His attention was solely focused on his newly arrived neighbor.
His neighbor, Sakurayashiki Hideyoshi, just finished parking his motorcycle. He took off his helmet which made his long, loosely tied, sakura-colored hair fall back over his left shoulder, letting it fall in waves over the right side of his face. His golden orbs squinted at the source of the voice, and although his eyesight was painfully spinning, he knew who it was.
"Ittetsu...?" he mumbled, disbelief evident in his tone as he headed towards the building with his helmet in his hand.
Takeda Ittetsu couldn't help but worry when he noticed that his neighbor was struggling to walk straight, obviously drunk. He drove home on his motorcycle while intoxicated?! He couldn't even fathom how the pinkette did so. However, he's relieved to see that he got home without a scratch on him.
As he waited for Hideyoshi at the top of the stairs, he saw that his neighbor was tiredly loosening the necktie of his suit, and unbuttoning a few of the top buttons, exposing his neck down to his collarbone.
Takeda's gaze lingered on the purplish bruise-like marks on the side of his neighbor's throat, and for a moment, his smile faltered in displeasure.
"Long night at the bar?" he asked, acting unaffected as Hideyoshi stopped a few steps before him.
"You could say that, and what the fuck, Ittetsu? It's literally ─" Hideyoshi glanced at his black leather wristwatch. "─ five o'clock in the fucking morning. Did you seriously wait for me to get home?" He sighed before giving him a teasing smirk. "You know, as much as my pink ass is flattered by that, I'd rather have the best teacher in town get his proper sleep."
Takeda chuckled. "First of all; I'm not the best teacher in town, and secondly; I didn't wait all night for you. I simply woke up too early and couldn't sleep anymore."
"And, by ─ I simply woke up too early and couldn't sleep anymore ─ you actually meant that you woke up early, just to check if I already came home, right?" Hideyoshi said, an eyebrow arched.
"..." Takeda's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Was that obvious?"
"Very." Hideyoshi laughed, patted Takeda's shoulder as he passed by him, and walked to his apartment's door with Takeda following closely behind. "We've been neighbors and friends for three years now, Ittetsu: I can testify how much of a worrywart you can be."
