21/10, Ikebukuro, Tokyo<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>He had a beautiful, really beautiful dream. It was simply the bad luck of a sleeping human being that the moment he opened his eyes, all of that dream was forgotten. A silent, repetitive sound coming from some indistinct distance finally pulled him from sleep, eyes opened to tight gaps, gazing at the sole light on the ceiling, darkened by the blinds, still hiding the windows despite the sun advancing on its tracks across the sky. It was almost as if someone was knocking on his door...<br/><br/>Could it be that Naora came several hours too early - or was it already so late? He dug between the pillows to retrieve his phone, just to see that it was quarter past ten already... It was still early in the morning, who the heck was bothering him now? It couldn't be that Kuniko decided to stop by. Kuniko was working. And so was Shihei and Ishida...<br/>The voice, calling from behind the door, though, got to him. His eyes widened, pupils dilating, and he kicked the covers off, with a deep sigh raising himself up and walking over to the door. Shirtless, pantless, in the underwear that he fell asleep the night before, with a hair like a mess of dark purple - which a part of him was sure that Hinata would not appreciate, but another, sleepier, and by far dominant part did not care in the slightest.<br/><br/>He twisted the key in the lock and opened the door, gazing into the hole to assure himself who he was letting in was TRULY Hinata, and not a thief or one of those annoying religious or political preachers. Pink hair, curvy figure, yup, it was Hinata. He opened the door a bit more, raising a hand to wave to her instead of a greeting, and gestured for her to enter.<br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Mornin', Tachibana-san..."</span>he muttered, yawning.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Leave your shoes somewhere 'round here and come in..."</span>His hand sank into his hair and raked through it as he stretched, arching his back, and turned around to lead her further into the apartment.<br/><br/>It was a large, spacious western-style home, and a quite minimalist, too. The corridor consisted of little more than dark floor boards, a framed poster on one wall, and wardrobes on the opposite one, a simple sliding door (now open and thus not fulfilling its use) dividing it from the living room. And while the corridor was clean and nice, the living room looked like a hydrogen bomb exploded in a huge pack of anime franchise and clothes and tossed it around the whole big room. It seemed that the center of this past explosion was the opened suitcase beside the tea table in front of a white sofa. All around were scattered shirts, pants, books, at the table was even placed a headband with cat ears.<br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"I started packing yesterday,"</span>he begun talking, picking up a blue and red checked shirt, laying nearby, and lousily putting it on to avoid showing himself so impolitely clotheless in front of Hinata,<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"but then I started drawing. And then Shihei stopped by and we watched anime till midnight... When he left, I just couldn't stop watching, could've been four A.M. when I fell asleep... Sorry for the mess. Careful around the TV..."</span>He lifted the T-shirt, laying over something in front of the large flat-screen TV, to reveal what looked like a statuette of a girl in a black kimono, holding a long white katana before herself.<br/><br/>Once he was finally over with the parkour through the living room, he led Hinata through the corridor, branching from its left side, past a few more large, nicely framed posters, and some more doors, to the kitchen. It was white like most of the interior and largely tidier than the living room, a table set underneath the window on one side, while cupboards lined the other side. The stove and oven were both dusty enough to assume he's neither cooked, nor vacuum-cleaned the kitchen for two weeks at least.<br/><br/>He went straight towards the fridge, the white light momentarily illuminating his hand, reaching in to pull out a container with salad and a box of iced coffee.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Want coffee? Salad? Tea? I might have nigiri from yesterday but no guarantee it's still good."</span>he offered her, putting the food on the counter to start preparing his breakfast. As if he didn't question Hinata's reasons to visit him in the slightest...<br/>People liked to visit other people. He was a person and Hinata was also a person. So what was strange on that?