It was a rainy day in Tokyo. People were returning from their jobs to their houses. The rain poured down in huge drops. Their umbrellas struggling to withstand the assault. In trains, people were tightly packed together, making them comparable to sardines in a can. Everyone wanted to get out from the bad weather that was outside. A young Japanese man, Seiji Fukada, walked around on his way to a nearby building, a suicide letter was in his hand. Suddenly he noticed a figure in an alleyway, hunched over, as skinny as could be. Seiji would walk to approach the figure. . . . as he did the figure would look at him.

"Um. . . . hello. . . . may I ask what you are doing in this alley?" Seiji would say with curiosity.

The figure would get up and come closer to him. . . . From this, Seiji was now able to see him clearly. It was a male, wearing ripped-up jeans and a shirt that was dirty and ragged to match. He was so skinny that his ribs could be seen through his clothes. This person would be holding an object in their right hand. . . . it was a knife, blood stained the blade. As he drew closer, he shifted himself into a position that suggested he was about to stab Seiji. But at the last second. . . . The man collapsed in Seiji's arms, a loud rumbling noise being emitted from his stomach.

Seeing how groggy the man was, Seiji decided to take him to his apartment. Ignoring the fact that he was nearly attacked by this stranger. He didn't want to give him to the hospital, because he had a feeling he had a criminal record, and he'd get arrested soon after. Despite being all skinny and small in shape, the man was proving difficult to carry when Seiji took him in his arms. With a grunt, he walked back to his home to rest him down in a safe place.

A few hours passed and the mysterious man would wake up. . . . in a new house. . . . looking at a new ceiling. . . .

"Where. . . . Where am I?" He would say to himself.

Seiji would walk to him as his guest looked up at the apartment ceiling. "H-hi there, p-please do not kill me, I t-took you into my apartment since you p-passed out into my arms. Seiji would say to the stranger, holding a flimsy pillow as a shield.

The man slowly turned his shaking head up to Seiji. The stranger himself looked like a young adult. He had very messy and long brown hair that was formed in uneven waves. His brown bangs went down and covered most of his head... However... there were many places where his hair stuck up and couldn't be brought down. He had many knots in his hair that was very thick and had no sense of direction. The most probable reason, why they were looking like that was because he hadn't any hairbrush near him to make up... His crimson red eyes stretched wide in a rather maniacal manner, a beautiful red sparkle dancing in them, as for the iris, they were almost all the time very small... Under his eyes were eye bags probably from unslept nights. He was dressed in his ripped-up jeans and moist dirty shirt. Giving off the impression of a homeless person. He glanced at Seiji. . . Despite the cute look on his face, Seiji was looking slightly older than a stranger.. a young adult that was pretty well built. It was pretty obvious that he's been working for quite some time on his body. As the result, he made himself pretty muscles on his arms and chest. He had very thick eyelashes that complimented his lavender-blue eyes, making them outstanding. He also had thick eyebrows and was very tall.. for sure he was way taller than a man who was laying on his couch. On his head had fluffy faded blonde hair.

"I-I'm sorry that I've made any trouble for you by bringing you there! P-Please! Forgive me!"

Seiji added after seeing his new guest's annoyed look on him. He prayed that the skinny person didn't attempt anything again.

The Brown-haired stranger would sigh after seeing how Seiji would act.

"Man. . . . Why the hell is he interrupting my business? I didn't even ask that some shitty idiot would carry me to some completely different place that I wanted to go. . . .Shiiit! Why the hell do these things always happen to me!?'

Then, the blonde-haired inmate interrupted his new guest in his thinking.

"Um. . . . you know, I-I can make you. . . . some hot green tea if you'd like to. . . .You're looking like you need some special treatment. . . . to be honest. . . ."

Seiji's would-be killer gritted his teeth from incitement.

"Special treatment!?" He shouted back. "Do I fucking look like I need some shitty help from such a loser like you are!?"

"I-It was just a suggestion! I- I don't have to do this if you don't like to!"

"Hmph," The stranger would lay on the couch with crossed arms that were holding his head. He looked around. He probably was in some sort of living room. On his left, was a wall covered with wooden panels with an attached TV. Below the TV but closer to the couch was a long coffee table with some less important items.

Seiji in the meantime went to the opened kitchen. It was average size, but in the meantime not too big, since he was living in an apartment. He would open the fridge door and grab some ingredients for Onigiri. He wanted to make things settle and calm the storming situation between him and his newfound 'friend'.

"Forgive me. . . . but I really didn't tell you my name in that rush. . . .hehe. . . ." He seemed to be pretty nervous but wanted to remain calm, or at least to pretend that he is calm.

"My name is Fukada Seiji. . Seiji for my friends." He introduced himself, while he was preparing rice for the Onirgi. "Could you. . . Could you tell me your name? I-If that won't be any problem to you o-of course!" He asked him innocently at the same time smiling nervously at the stranger. He didn't want the guest to be persuaded to say something that he didn't actually want to say.

"Tch!. ." He hissed from the frustration. "Why the hell do you want to know my name huh!? Are you from the police!?" On the men's face suddenly appeared fear. He was concerned that this one, might be an undercover policeman... He was sure that Seiji would have sent him to jail once he had discovered his true identity. The newcomer most likely had some crimes on his account and did not want to be exposed. He preferred not to give out his real name... at least until he was familiar with the inmate, well enough to trust him.

"What? Oh no no! Why would you ever think that? I'm not into the whole police stuff and all. . " Seiji replied. He wanted to make the man comfortable in his household.

The brown-haired man looked at him with distrustful eyes. "How do I know that you didn't lie to me. You probably want to make me more comfortable in your apartment, and then... in the end, make me extract information from me!"

"I can assure you that I have nothing to do with the police nor any taking down crime agency if you're so much worried," Seiji replied again to the man with a serious tone of voice. "If you are still not sure, I can always show you my ID." He stopped preparing food and went to the anteroom for his backpack. Grabbing the blue backpack from the hanger he went back to the stranger, giving him his ID.

The skinny man inspected the ID very closely, reading even the smallest detail on the card. To his surprise, there was nothing on the ID card that said that Seiji was working as a policeman. However...there was his other information. . .

"Name: Fukada Seiji,

Date of birth: February 24th, 1994,

Sex: Male,

Nationality: Japanese.."

He read out loud the information on the card. Seiji, hearing what his 'new friend' was reading, quickly turned to him. "Hey! May I know why you read my personal data?" Indignantly asked him.

"I just want to have double sure that you're not someone from the cops..that's all.." Saying this, he read the rest of the information on the ID card. Then he put the card back on the coffee table.

This time Seiji was the one who was a bit pissed by the stranger's actions.

"Now...If you read out loud my name.. and before that, I also told you my name...And I have nothing as evidence that I work as a policeman.." He gulped his saliva.. ". . . could you now tell me your name..?"

Red-eyed was slightly irritated. "Argh...! You still insist on that !?"

"...Y-Yes!" Seiji replied shortly but in the meantime a bit unsure. He still didn't want to make him feel like he is being too pushy about it.

"Shiiit!...He IS annoying! Like a real-life ulcer on the ass! Can't he just..let fucking go!?... Sheesh…" A man looked at the masculine person "Hmpf!" He pouted turning his head in a different direction as Seiji went back to making Onigiri. . Then he thought...

". . . Let's see. . on his ID card it says nothing that he's a policeman...so he actually could not know who I am in real...Maybe in the meantime, I will manage to convert him to my side and make him keep his mouth shut if by some miracle he would find out the truth about me and decided to go with this to the police …Yeah...I think it's a fine option... At least for now...He does kind of look like a real-life shield that I could use in some cases. . . .plus the food that he's doing is pretty good too... Ugh! God damn it!…. Same arguments yeah?...Ughh! Fuck! Fine!... Let him be!"

Reluctantly, the stranger said his name "My name's Takahashi Hideaki."

"Oh!" Seiji showed surprise "Is it the same name as Hideki and Hideo?" asked with a spark of curiosity

"No! It's completely different!" Hideaki shouted, clearly annoyed at his features."Ugh. . . .Why does everyone think that it is the same as these names!?" He asked with clear anger in the tone of the voice.

Seiji felt a little awkward.

"S-Sorry that I made you angry. . . .I didn't mean to. . . ."

"No, No! Of course, you didn't mean to! You all are saying this shitty excuse when you don't want to step on my nerves! Agh! You all just try to act so incredible 'kind' to others and all! But you know what!? Just. .stop fucking in the living eyes at last! All of you! All that 'kindness' of yours is pissing me off!" He had enough of Seiji's indulgence. He tried to get up from the couch but he was too tired and would instantly fall off. "Tch! Fuuck! I can't even stand properly!"

Seiji saw that and he immediately rushed to help Hideaki. He crouched near him and reached his hands to help him get up.

"It's because you are very tired and weak. . . .Here, let me help you stand up."

He was about to hold Hideaki's arm but then he was rejected by a bony hand.

"Fuck off. . . .I don't need your help to get up, idiot. . . .Why the fuck are you even so nice to me huh? I almost killed you. . . ." His voice lowered near the end of his sentence.

Seiji thought for a while. It was true. . . .he almost came close to death a few hours ago. . . . but. . . .wasn't he wanted to kill himself anyway. . . ? . . He spoke,

"It's true. . . .You almost killed me. . . .but. . . . you weren't the only one who wanted to do that..."

"Huh.!?"

Seiji took a deep breath and answered murmuring "I was going to commit suicide back then.. . ." He wasn't expecting much from him due to all that has happened.

"What are you fucking saying right now?" He asked, baffled. Hideaki couldn't completely hear nor believed what Seiji said.

"What I am saying is that. . . . I would have died, either way, you killing me, or me jumping off a 12 story building" He was kind of louder this time. "I wanted to die back when I was in that alley. . . . I kind of accepted the fact that I was going to die by your hands" His depression was taking its toll again. He didn't like to talk about death. . . By even simply thinking about it, it made him blue... He went to go sit next to the stranger on the other armchair. Grabbing the bottle of liquor that rested on the table, he started to pour himself a shot.

In the meantime, Hideaki tried to lift himself back. Because of how weak he was, lifting himself was very difficult. He could barely catch the seat on the couch. . . .It also looked like he was barely listening to what Seiji said at that moment.

"Tch! Stupid. . . .couch! Why the hell you had to be so high!?"

"I don't know. . . . I guess it's my genes. That's why I need a tall couch"

He would go and try and help the stranger by grabbing and lifting him up

That made the killer even more pissed than he already was.

"I fucking told you. . . .THAT I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" He started throwing himself in all directions in rage just to free himself from the grab, he finally freed himself from embracing Seiji, but due to the impetus with which he was moving, he inevitably fell on the couch... With an expression filled with fury, his gaze fixed on the muscular blonde-haired man. He hated to be touched by strangers.

Seiji was unable to keep his balance due to the throwing force. He fell over and hit the back of his head against the coffee table.

"Ouch. . . . alright then. . . . I won't help" He would get up decided to head back to the kitchen and check on the rice. It was almost done, he began to rub the bump on his head.

From Hideaki's stomach could be heard again a loud rumbling. He grabbed his stomach in pain. It was very embarrassing for him

"Shit. . . .you cretin, shut the fuck up! I don't need your whining about the food right now!" He thought in anger to his stomach as the hunger noises became loud.

"I can hear that you're hungry. . . . I am making some Onigiri. . . . that is if you want some. . . . " He took the rice and started to make the meal.

"Oh great! Now, this dickhead will be smarting up in front of me, right!? 'I can hear that you're hungry' and other bullshit!? I'm fucking sick of such people!" He thought. After a while, the inmate took finished food on the round white plate. He took it from one of the shelves above the worktops. He carried with him two fresh-cooked Onigri's to the coffee table in the living room. The smell from the food was amazing. It had been a long time since Hideaki saw such tasty-looking food. The rice balls were unbelievable white-clean and were wrapped in nori. Seiji would clean a bit of the mess on the coffee table and put on the top, the Onigiris.

"Thank you for the meal!" He would sit in a way like the coffee table was kotatsu-yagura, and gently started to eat the prepared meal. It was a long time ago since Seiji was eating a meal with someone other than himself...

Hideaki with a grumpy face would try to reach one of the Onigris, but with no use. He used his all left out strength but. . . . it didn't work pretty well. He would give up on trying to reach for one, but a growing hunger in his stomach didn't get a release.

"Tch!. . . .Fucking shit. . . ."

Seiji noticed that and would hand over to him one of the Onirgi's

"Here, take this."

Hideaki took the Onirgi with distaste and anger. Then he carefully took his first bite. He didn't trust Seiji. What if he put some poison inside his Onigiri? Carefully and thoroughly, began to chew each grain of rice. When he would sense the poison, he would spit out what was in his mouth.

"It. . . .It didn't contain any poison inside. . . .?" he thought after he chewed with unbelievable precision the piece of Onirgi.

He was surprised. . . .then he took bigger bites as the Onigiri was actually pretty good. The pickled Japanese apricot that Seiji put inside the dish, melted in the mouth... making to the whole Onigiri's outstanding taste. In no longer than a minute, the Onigiri that he held in his hand was gone.

"Wow. . . . you seemed to eat that very fast. . . . hehe" He chuckled nervously and would scratch the back of his head

"Are you laughing at me!?" Hideaki looked at him from bottom

"Nononono. . . . I was just thinking that it was pretty interesting. . . ."

"I seriously don't know how watching as someone is eating could be interesting. . . ."

"It's just that you eat super fast. . . . I wasn't expecting that. . . ."

Hideaki crossed his arms in annoyance, "Well, what the hell would you expect? That I would eat slowly? You dragged me here without my permission and knowledge. Then you're being so freaking nice for me for some reason. . . .Ugh! You're so fucking annoying! I'm seriously wondering why I haven't killed you already!"

Then he felt something on his jeans' right side. He looked down to inspect what was that, then covered his eyes by his hair and smiled wide. . . He still got his own knife near him. It looks like Seiji forgot to incapacitate him.

". . .You said that you wanted to kill yourself. . . .right?"

"Y-yeah. . . . I did wanted to kill myself. . . . probably still do in fact. . . ." He would drink a shot of alcohol.

"Well. . . .then. . . .

Hideaki would try to stand up. He felt a little strength gain from the food, but he still wasn't staying and was wobbling. He grabbed his knife by his right hand and would shuffle on Seiji. He grabbed the muscular man with slight difficulty by his blonde hair. Hideaki pinned him against the wall with all his strength. Seiji from the sudden move of the criminal dropped him not finished Onigiri on the wooden floor. Hideaki's grinned wide. His pupils became very small, making him mainly, looking scary. Seiji felt that his life was in danger. Looking at the terrified face of the brown-haired man, Seiji was scared like he never was before. From Hideaki's mouth could be heard slightly volume up a derisive laugh, like he was about to stab him at any moment. . . .and that was actually. . . .true. . . .

"Hehehe...Hehehe... Now, you're gonna have the perfect chance to be killed! Ahahahahaha!" He got completely insane, even despite the strength loss, he was desperate to kill. He was propping up with his left hand against the wall to keep from falling. Then, reached his right hand with a combat knife in the air to prepare to attack

"Say goodbye to the world!" He chuckled crazily. He raised his hand to stab him. Uncontrolling his giddy and violent emotions, that burst out from him he made his move. . . .but. . . .he missed. The dry-blooded blade of the knife stuck in the wooden paneling of the wall. Hideaki desperately tried to pull it off. "F-Fuuuck! Why the hell did I miss it! You fucking garbage! You fucking moved!" He shouted to Seiji. Not able to kill his victim had made him rage in fury.

"I-. . . . . . . Yeah. . . . I moved because I needed to say something f-first though. . . ." Still being in a pretty shock, he grabbed Hideaki with his shaking hands from fear. Tring to take him off as easily as possible from his head.

He looked at Seiji with misunderstanding. Feeling his touch, he developed an even bigger bloodthirst than he had before.

"I saw that you were in that alley. . . . alone, does that mean that you are homeless?"

Pissed off, Hideaki was struggling to answer that to the blonde-haired man.

"W. . . .Why the hell do you need to know that huh!? You don't care about me! Why the hell would I even say that to you!?"

"Cus. . . . I-I have an extra room. . . . if you want it. . . . I know this is all so weird. . . you were just trying to kill me and now I am giving you hospitality in my apartment, but. . . . I think that there might be a little good in you. . . . I just need to grasp it," He said to him, slowly changing his terrified tone of voice to an empathetic tone.

Hideaki was confused by Seiji's statement

" 'A little good' in me? Hahahaha! You are funny, did you know that? A 'good' in me would be the last thing that would be considered as a miracle, you idiot.." He smiled at how naive Seiji's thinking was. In the meantime, he managed to get his knife back from the paneling. Then he remembered Seiji's proposition.

"Otherside...Why the fuck are you doing this, huh!? Just. . . damn it!. . . .why!? I don't understand you.. at all! Do you invite all the people who wanted to kill you to your place? You're so fucking weird. . . ."

"I just told you why I see something good in you. . . . and. . . . I have a lot of space, I don't do much with it, so I just decided. . . . and if I ever decide to kill myself, you can have fun with killing me. . . . it's a win for you, and only a win for you. . . . isn't it?"

"Y-Yeah but. . . .why does. . . .you. . . .it's. . Argh! so much!.. You're making my brain hurt from all this thinking! You're hard! You're like a pain in the ass!"

Hideaki got pissed at him. He clenched his fist even more than before in which he held his knife.. like he was putting together his thoughts in anger. Being all frustrated and at the same time tired from using so much of the received strength, he would try to stab Seiji once again... By lack of strength, he managed to only cut some of his blonde hair. "Tch!"He hissed in frustration.

"You don't have to accept my proposition. . . . if you want, I can show you the room to help you decide. . . ." Seiji added. "All you need to say is yes or no. . . . it's not that hard. . . .". He was actually starting to get a bit pissed off while he fixed up a bit of his hair

Hideaki looked at his sight on the ceiling, and then again inspected the whole room that he was inside. The apartment was pretty promising to live in it. The roommate that was already living, on the other hand...wasn't. . . at least in Hideaki's eyes. Yet.. the food that he prepared for him was quite delicious... If he could live here he would have a solid meal to eat every day. Plus he wouldn't have to worry about the shelter when the weather would go bad... He sighed after a while of reflection and replied. "Yes. . . ."

"Alright then. . . . if you will follow me then, I will show you your room." Seiji would start to walk away into something that looks like a small corridor. At the end of it was a closed streamlined sliding door.

Hideaki, with difficulty, slowly started to follow Seiji. He held some walls and other bigger items around the apartment, not falling. He was still pretty overwrought.

He would open the door to reveal his room, inside was a comfortable bed. It was placed under the rectangle window. A desk was on the right wall from the sliding doors, and on the left a wall with a built-in closet in it. The room had a nice wooden paneling on the floor and the walls were covered in pastel yellow paint. "Well. . . . here is your room. . . ." Seiji announced after.

Hideaki struggled to enter the room. He was so tired that he didn't look so much at the details of the room. "It's. . . .big. . . .for an apartment. . . .sheesh. . . ." He would slowly walk deeper into the room. He would fall on the bed, but still holding his knife in hand.

"You know. . . .I don't know if I need a wardrobe. . . .I have only these shitty ribbed clothes that are on me to wear. . . ." He said with his face hidden in the pillows that were laying on the bed. Then he turned on his side. He looked at Seiji with tired red eyes.

"I'll get you some clothes. . . . so don't worry about that. . . ." Seiji assured him.

"Yeah, sure…." Hideaki said with no enthusiasm. . . "He will probably give me some of his damn old clothes that are already worn off and partly destroyed.." Then thinking that he actually was all dirty and battered he decided to ask.

"Hey..you idiot.." Hideaki called to Seiji. "Where's a bathroom, huh?"

"Ah..it's right before your room.. If you would want to walk to your room, just before it, you have to turn left on the very short and tiny corridor, and there it is." He replied with a slight smile on his face.

"Alright. . ." The tired man tried to get up from bed. This time Seiji didn't rush to help him. He kept in mind that his new roommate would probably throw him on the floor sooner or later if he would try to get him up. He made space near the entrance doors and would wait for Hideaki in his new room.

He made his way to the bathroom. The corridor was really as tight and small as Seiji described. Opening the bathroom doors to his eyes appeared tiled walls, in two colors, dark grey, and white ones. A wall however where doors were, was without the tile. The floor was also made out of tiles but more likable to humans' feet. On the right corner of the room was a shower. Next to the shower was a toilet with some wooden two-part shelves above it. On the shelves was a tiny pot flower with some bathroom accessories including a single bottle of conditioner... Folded small towels and some two jars with not known items in them were carelessly standing near the washing detergents... On the opposite wall, that to shower and toilet was a sink with a small mirror above. Hideaki went to the sink. He wanted to see how he looked after a couple of days being completely exposed to outside with repeatedly changing weather... When he saw his reflection, he broke down... His hair was a mess... He looked like he hadn't had a proper sleep for a few days. Other than that he was very dirty, almost to the state that he had to take a shower immediately.

"Man... I'm looking like a human wreck…" He looked at the shower cabin. Then he made sure that there was some free towel to borrow. "I guess that that dumbass won't get mad if I'll borrow some of his towels…" He would take one that was the closest and looked clean. He took off his old clothes, at the same time throwing them on the floor. He didn't have a place to put away his knife so he threw it on the clothes. Then, turned on the hot and then cold water to balance the temperature. When everything was okay, he entered the cabin and started cleaning himself.

In the meantime, Seiji heard that the water from the shower began to pour. "I guess that he decided to wash himself up.." He went from the room and turned his way to the living room. He didn't want to bother him and started to clean up the empty dishes from dinner. While he was cleaning them he recalled from his memory what happened today... Suddenly... something hit him… "Wait...does he just. . . saved my life.. . .?. ." At that moment he felt something that went through his whole body.. something like an electric mini shock. . .Knowing that someone was able to do such a thing to him..unintentionally... But still. . .made him somehow happy.

After about 20 minutes, the water from the bathroom was no longer hearable. It looks like Hideaki finished washing up himself. Inside the bathroom was a big steamy cloud from poured hot water that was floating above the ground. There were puddles on the floor. They probably arose when he got out of the shower. Hideaki had dried himself, but his long brown hair was still wet. At that point, it was the reason why the bathroom floor was getting wet faster and faster. Around his hips, he put on a towel to cover this and that... Since he had nothing to use for extra clothing, and in this case, pajamas. Everything was misty, including the mirror above the sink. He went to the sink and partially rubbed the fogged mirror so that he could at least see himself. He frowned as he stared at his reflection. Water dripped from the ends of his hair now and then. "Yee . . . I don't want to dry my hair ... I'll fall asleep wet. They will dry themselves by the morning." He thought. Then he looked at the white towel that he had around his hips. "Speaking of which… I should get something on me.. I won't be sleeping naked!". He got out of the bathroom. When he opened the door a warm air blew from it. He quickly made his way back to his room but it looked like Seiji wasn't there... "Huh..? He isn't there?. . ." He thought aloud and was surprised as he saw an empty room. Then he decided to search for him. He had to get something to wear!

He found him sitting on the couch in the living room, watching the TV.

"Hey, dickhead!" Hideaki yelled at him to get his attention.

"Y-Yeah?" Seiji turned his head as he heard him shouting. As he saw his new roommate half-naked he kind of panicked.

"I need some sleeping clothes. Get me them." He demanded

Seiji was confused, seeing Hideaki in such a situation was really.. something that he wasn't used to. "Y-yes. . Sure! L-let me get something for you." He would get up from the couch, leaving turned on the TV. Before he went upstairs where his bedroom was, he turned to Hideaki one more time to say advice. " I suggest you go back to the bathroom..or at least cover yourself something warm. If you'll get exposed to cold air for so long you might get sick."

"Tch!" the skinny man hissed. "Now he's gonna smarten up in front of me, again!?" He was pissed how Seiji made a dumbass from him. Like he didn't know such things. . . To be honest. . .Seiji's advice was correct. Hideaki clenched his fists and in anger went back to the bathroom. He slammed the door and leaned himself against the untitled wall with crossed arms. Being all grumpy waited for the blond-haired man to come back with some PJ's.

Meanwhile, Seiji was looking for some unused t-shirts that could be used as PJ's clothes. His room was pretty big considering only one person was sleeping in it. The delicate white walls together with a nice wooden floor gave the room a bright and lively look. It had two big windows in the wall opposite the sliding doors. You could see the street as it flowed out into the district. Next to the left window was a big wardrobe. It has one tall opened wing on its right side, and two drawers placed on both vertical ends of the wardrobe. Between the drawers were deeper built a small mirror. Someone who was currently dressing up could look at themself while doing it. In the middle of the room was a small wooden coffee table. A flower was placed on the top of it. Behind the table was a queen-sized bed and two bedtime tables made from dark wood. One of them had a modern-looking lamp on top of it.

Seiji was rapidly throwing the clothes from one of the drawers. He didn't want to make his 'friend' wait too long. After a while of searching, he finally found a blue t-shirt and some black shorts that he hadn't used in a while. He quickly cleaned up the mess he'd just created and ran downstairs as fast as he could. Holding t-shirt and shorts in hand jumped to a stop at the bathroom doors. Making sure to be polite. He knocked on the wooden doors.

Hideaki heard the knocking, he opened the doors slightly and looked at Seiji with red eyes.

"Yeah..?"

"I brought you some clothes. I didn't use them for a longer period of time, so you can take them freely as your own. " He said as he handed him the clothes that were supposed to be pajamas.

He took the clothes and slammed the doors while he began to dress up. Seiji was a bit frustrated by Hideaki's behavior. "Sheesh..He didn't even thank me for that.." He thought. Resigned, he headed back to the couch and continued watching TV.

After a couple of minutes, Hideaki went from the bathroom. Wearing Seiji's big t-shirt made him look like he was in a dress. He felt humiliated from how he was looking in his clothes. He was about to make his way to his room to hit in the bed, but suddenly Seiji noticed him.

"Oh, do the clothes fit you well? I'm taller than you so they could be a bit..too long..hehe.." He nervously scratched his head.

"Well...They are…quite..okay. . ." Hideaki replied to him with a bit of gritted voice. He was irritated that Seiji suddenly interrupted his plans. The wooden floor in the main corridor began to have puddles from his wet hair. "I'm going to sleep. Don't even try to sneak up into my room and do something bad for me while I'll be sleeping...you get it!?" a man threatened him.

"Y-Yeah...of course," Seiji felt that he really might be in danger if he would interrupt him.

Hideaki, all tired from the thrilling day, went to his room. He turned off the light, hit the bed, and covered himself with an orange blanket that was prepared already, slowly falling asleep right after... Right now from a once-empty room, Seiji could hear loud snoring. He sighed from the relief. The masculine man turned off the TV and went upstairs. When he reached his bedroom, he took off his own clothes, changed himself in his PJ's, and after turning off the lights he would lay on the bed, staring at the black ceiling that had made a dark vibe because of the nighttime outside… He couldn't sleep...

"If not him...I wouldn't be lying here tonight. . . Goddamn...What a strange turn of events. . ." He thought out loud.

He turned his head to the window, and looked outside it..cars were driving on the four-lane road and there were lights from other windows and buildings that were nearby... Traffic lights were shining bright, as he was looking at them. it was not raining as hard as before. When he looked through the pane of the window, which was full of raindrops... Here and there some of them were flowing and merged with the other, then rolled down to the bottom and dissipated in a larger puddle of rain... Seiji smiled slightly as he was watching the raindrops dancing with each other. . . He really liked it. Then after a while of curiously watching the rain outside, he unconsciously fell asleep...