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Seven

(A/n: Yoo 👋🏾. Was I gone too long? Lol. Sorryz 🙇🏾‍♀️ . Life been a lil rough lately. Regardless tho, here's an overdue chap. Enjoy. )

Staring at the screen of your phone, you examine the webpage of the apartment you're heading to. It's in Minato, about twenty-five minutes away from your job and forty minutes away from Toji's place, which is pretty far, considering the accumulation of things you've come to own.

Exterior-wise the building appears in good shape but it could also be photoshopped. Hopefully not. You could learn to like the interior if it looks like the pictures.

In the description, it says newly renovated and that most of the appliances are upgraded and have been replaced. There's no laundry room but the full bathroom ought to make up for it. It'll beat going to a public bath by a long shot.

I guess Gatomon wasn't lying when he said he found a good place. Still... he shouldn't have done as he pleased. However, I must take some accountability. You sigh, rubbing your temple.

It might be worth taking a look at, even though it's out of your price range. But, if you end up liking it, you may never want to settle for another place.

What to do?

You reach for the square tucked behind your ear. "Mind if I smoke?"

"No smoking!" The elderly man glares at you in the mirror. "And I'm not going to wait around for you. You take too much time." He complains.

"Fine." You drone out, holding the cigarette in between your lips. "No one likes mean old men, you know."

"I don't care what anyone likes." He focuses on the streets again, turning on his left signal. "Especially a young female foreigner."

Gasping, "Are you being racist or sexist? Either way, both are equally unattractive, gramps. And how can you talk shit when you have mustaches hanging from your forehead?" You untwist the cap of your drink, removing your cigarette for a sip.

The moment you put it to your lips, the car abruptly stops, throwing you forward. Mouth wide open, you stare down at your clothes covered in sticky orange juice now.

"We're here." You hear the coyness in his rickety voice. "Pay me and get out."

"You fucking senile old man!" You wipe your face with your sleeve, staring at his ID hanging from the mirror. "Gakuganji, is it? I won't forget you!" You snappily get out of the cab, slamming the door shut and tossing the cash at him.

"Have a shit day." He gives a cheeky smile before driving off.

Angrily watching the black cab disappear, you dig in your bag for a jacket and throw it on to cover the stain. You're already ten minutes late. There's no time to clean up.

You just hope this goes smoothly. That might be asking too much since things never do. Fingers crossed.

The double glass doors were opened for you and you were kindly greeted and directed where to go. Heading to the elevator you press the eight, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

As the elevator rises, your anxiety does as well. The ding signals the doors opening and you step off, examining yourself once more.

I hardly look presentable.  Hope I can sweet talk my way out of this...

Walking up to the door that reads 3A, you tap on it lightly. You heard a voice from the other side having a conversation. It's a woman.

Maybe you'll be able to reason with her.