Finding Home || Kazutora Hanemiya

Chapter 3

Kazutora still couldn't believe it. It wasn't even 20 minutes ago when he thought that he's never gonna see you again, and now he was walking with you to your apartment. And he's gonna help you move in. Okay, not move in, just help you carry a wardrobe to your flat, but it was still something. He couldn't keep the smile off from his face. He looked at you as you carried Cassie with a happy look on your face.

"Okay, here we are. Let's bring your stuff up first." you said as you opened the door for the building.

"You sure? I mean, I can just leave it here." he stood in front of the door while you walked in.

It was dirty, just like him, and he didn't want to dirty your new apartment.

You looked back at him with wide eyes.

"What? No, what if someone steals it? We're bringing it up." you said as you held the door open for him.

Kazutora almost laughed. Who in their right mind would want to steal a homeless's dirty bag? He rubbed the back of his neck, then he followed you into the building, and to the second floor.

"As I said, I don't have any furnitures yet, so sorry for the mess." you continued with a shy smile.

You walked through the door and Kazutora looked around as he stepped inside. Your flat was tiny, but he didn't judge, at least you had a place where you could sleep.

"You can put your bag anywhere you like." you answered as you walked further inside.

Ryo ran to his bed, and you put Cassie next to him. Ryo sniffed her then licked her face, and he moved a little so she can lay beside him more comfortably.

"Awww, look, they're besties!" you laughed and turned to look at Kazutora with a warm expression.

Kazutora looked at the dogs, then back at your face, then at the dogs again, and he felt himself getting emotional. His chest felt tight, and he rubbed one of his eyes with his hand awkwardly.

"Can I use the bathroom for a sec?" he asked quietly.

"Of course! It's over there." you pointed to one of the doors.

Kazutora nodded, and went in there. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes again to wipe the tears away.

"What the fuck, just stop it!" he whispered to himself and made his way to the faucet.

He almost didn't recognize himself when he looked in the mirror. He looked at least ten years older than he actually was with this beard and the bags under his eyes didn't help the situation at all.

It wasn't like he haven't seen himself in the reflections of the windows, or a rearview-mirror of a car, but it was different seeing himself up close.

He had a razor in his bag, but he haven't used it yet. He didn't have a mirror, so he didn't have the chance to use it.

He turned on the water, washed his hands then splashed some water on his face to calm himself down.

"You just help her carry up a furniture, and you act like she just asked you to move in." he told to his reflection angrily.

He reached for a towel, but then he stopped himself. He didn't want to dirty it, so he used his shirt to wipe his hands and face. He looked in the mirror again to make sure it didn't show that he was crying, then he let out a long sigh, and exited the bathroom.

He saw you sitting in front of the dogs, playing with them. You were moving both of your hands in front of their faces, and they tried to catch them with their mouths. You were laughing as you played with them, and Kazutora felt himself smiling.