In a delicate manner Hana's pointer finger moves under the notes she's written, her eyes skimming over it. Upon seeing a note out of place she grabs the pencil balanced on her ear and fixes it. Frowning some more, she places it beside the composition notebook and stares at all of the work she has. The song written upon the pages is near completed, the words as eloquent as any other song she creates, yet she's having trouble with the ending. The words just don't seem right.
When she finds no other words that could possibly help fix it she groans and rubs a hand down her face. She's been stuck on the ending for three hours—even countless breaks and searching online hasn't helped her come up with anything. It's frustrating her immensely that she can't finish the beautiful song she's been working on for a few days now.
"Koda's going to kill me," she grumbles to herself. Grabbing her guitar, she then readies to play through the song for the millionth time when her doorbell rings. "Son of a—!" Her words are growled out as she places her guitar back upon the bed and stands.
Hana grumbles incoherently as she trudges towards her door, her anger having flared now that her writing has been interrupted. She always turns her phone on silent when writing a song so she doesn't become distracted, so she's sure it'll either be Koda or one of the band members at her door asking if she's all right and why she wasn't answering their texts. Even if she's told them time and time again why she wasn't answering them, they still seem to like bothering her. Their ever ending curiosity and excitement is to blame.
"What do you want Ko—oh?" Instead of who she'd been expecting it's Sojiro. "Good evening, Sojiro. What are you doing here?"
He shows her some bags of groceries in his hands. "I told you I would help, so here I am."
Hana smiles, moving aside so he can come in. "Thank you so much, Sojiro. Really. I appreciate it a lot."
"It's no problem, Hana," he replies as he steps inside. "Oh," he looks back at Hana after she closes the door, "and Akira should be coming with more right behind me."
"Akira?" She asks, brows furrowing. No answer is given, instead there is a knock upon the door once again. Since her hand is still upon the doorknob she doesn't have to move at all to open it. She gasps once she sees who waits on the other side of the door. "It's you!"
"Hello," he greets politely, smiling softly at her. "There's still more groceries after these."
"O-oh, okay." The stunned teen opens the door fully to let him in, watching him raptly. Her cheeks are tinged a light pink just at the tinges of the memory of meeting the black haired male. "How much did you get Sojiro?"
"Not much since the store was near closing," he responds as she walks into the kitchen. Sojiro's busied himself with putting food away in there proper places, but does turn to gesture to the young male then to Hana. "Akira, meet Hana. Hana, meet Akira."
Akira pauses in what he's doing and turns to Hana. A smile lights up his features, making Hana pause in her steps. "It's nice to meet you, Hana." His next words are given with almost a small smirk, his gray eyes sparkling. "I'm happy to actually see you face, as well, instead of your hair."
Hana's blush deepens. "I-I'm so sorry about that! I should've apologized better and—and. . ." Akira's soft laughter makes her pause. "What's so funny?"
"Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he says as his laughter dies. "You seem pretty easy to fluster. Don't worry about what happened, Hana. It was nothing."
She grumbles a bit more before beginning to put the rest of the food away. In the middle of her putting away some food in the fridge the younger male states he's going to go get the rest of the groceries. Thanking the stars for his perfect timing, she waits for him to go through the door then turns to Sojiro. "Hey, no smoking in my apartment," she scolds him upon seeing the unlit cigarette in his hand.
"Right, sorry," he apologizes, putting it away. "You look like you want to ask me something." He doesn't ask, merely stating what he sees upon her features. When she hesitates he raises a brow. "Well, what is it?"
"Is he the one living above Leblanc?" Hana asks almost hesitantly.
Sojiro sighs, leans against the kitchen counter, then places a hand behind his neck. "You noticed, didn't you?" When she nods he continues. "Yes, he is." He explains no further, peaking Hana's curiosity.
Hana mimics his pose, though she places her hands behind her on the counter as a support. "So, what's the story?" Still Sojiro doesn't answer, making Hana even more curious. Now she's beginning to speculate that story is much worse than she initially thought. "C'mon Sojiro, tell me. Who am I going to tell?"
The man lets out a sigh, swiveling his head in his usual mannerism before finally looking at her. "Akira is on probation for sticking his nose into someone else's business. Basically when he tried to help a woman being harassed by a man he got hurt and sued Akira. His parents kicked him out and I took him in for the remainder of his probation."
What he says make Hana frown and her dark brows furrow. "That's messed up. How could some man like that get away with something so horrible?" She shakes her head, letting out a quick sigh. "I feel bad for Akira."
"Don't, this is what he deserves for jumping into another's business." Hana eyes Sojiro after he says that, not agreeing with him at all. She won't say anything else however, especially since Akira comes through the door again with the last of the groceries.
"Ah, there you are," Hana grins, forgetting about what Sojiro said for the moment. She'll make sure to ask Akira more on the subject whenever she has time alone with him. "I was waiting for you to come back before I asked this. Would you guys like to stay for dinner? It's about that time now."
"I'd love to, Hana," Sojiro answers with a smile. "What about you, kid? Or do you have other plans?"
When Akira shakes his head, Hana claps once in an excited manner. "Good! I'll cook, you guys can just—."
"Oh no, I'm helping you," Sojiro says as he turns to the sink to wash his hands. "I don't run a restaurant for nothing, after all." He looks at Akira over his shoulder. "You help, too."
"Right," Akira responds. His gaze turns to Hana, a small smile once again upon his face. "Have anything special in mind?"
Hana fires a smile back at him. With three working hands she's sure cooking will take a lot less longer. "I do, but you'll have to wait and see," she teases with a wink.