Akihiko takes a long drag of his cigarette. He tilts his head upward and blows the smoke into the air, pausing to watch the shape it takes. The smoke floats above him, forming a snake-like form and hits the ceiling. It disappears.
Akihiko sighs and sits back in his leather chair.
From afar he can hear the clock ticking. It echoes throughout his house, like a reminder, a reminder that he has a deadline to meet. He sits forward, the leather chair making a squeaky noise. His laptop is in front of him and his story is half finished. He can practically hear Aikawa's voice in his head, nagging him to finish his story or she would have his head.
Akihiko chuckles to himself. Aikawa's presence was still here even when she wasn't. She would be happy to hear him say that.
He sighs again.
Akihiko places his hands on the slick black keyboard of his laptop and begins to type.
After a few minutes he stops and erases the entire paragraph that had he started on. He stands from his chair and walks to the window. Akihiko becomes still, listening to the guzzling wind smacking against the glass, creating a whistling noise. He gets so sucked in that he can almost feel the wind casting goose bumps on the pale skin of his arms.
He blinks back into the real world. He walks to the door that leads to the world outside his apartment. A noise stops him in his tracks. He hears footsteps, as if someone were running. The footsteps get louder and louder and suddenly stop. The doorknob begins to jiggle and the door swings open, revealing Masaki, panting.
"Usagi-san, sorry I'm-" Misaki is silenced with a long passionate kiss by Akihiko. His soft lips and loving embrace is enough to throw Misaki off key. Their lips part.
"Please, promise me you won't ever be late again." Akihiko whispers to Misaki, his sweet breath traveling down his lover's neck.
Misaki almost promises.