When Toshi awoke again at someone poking him into the shoulder, he panicked at first. This wasn't his stop! He must have missed it when he fell asleep... Dammit! He muttered something that could have been a 'thanks' to the stranger, quickly collecting the groceries and stumbling out of the bus into the rain. He was pretty far from home, and it was raining like crazy. A sigh escaped his mouth as he pulled the hood back up, and started walking in the direction of his home.<br/><br/>As he passed the puddles of water on the pavement and tall, grey buildings, towering everywhere around, crowds of people moving by both his sides and countless cars, he couldn't help to think about that girl. Yes, she did make him nervous, but there was something that simply got his interest. Maybe it was just the incident with the ball that made him so curious - there was something that reminded him of himself.<br/><br/>When he finally reached the door of the apartment complex, he was entirely drenched. His black hair was stuck to his head and overrun with streams of water that flowed down his face and onto his shoulders. He managed to get the keys out and turn them in the lock, pushing the door in with his shoulder. The same blank stare as yesterday crossed the interior of the corridor, aimed at the elevator, and the same sound of footsteps echoed off the walls. All that was different were the muddy footsteps he left on the tiles inside. The signature of rain on stone.<br/><br/>He silently opened the door of the apartment, and without taking off the soaked sweatshirt went straight to the kitchen to put the bags down. Somebody was surely at home by this time... He left more water on the floor, both dripping from his clothes and in the form of footsteps. He hung the hoodie over one of the four chairs along the counter on the other side of the kitchen, which served as a table, and started unlacing his shoes. It wasn't the most comfortable thing ever to wear these things inside.