Peering at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, I couldn't help but wonder how I got up to Daichi's room and just completely lost all recollection of how exactly I had actually made it up here. Moving my eyes from my reflection to the water spewing out of the sinks faucet, I shook the sleep from my brain and focused on trying to piece the timeline together. Even after a few minutes of deep thought and mindlessly bursting my teeth, I still couldn't fully recall the events that occurred between dinner and climbing into Daichi's bed.

Desperate to fill in the blanks, I almost had half the mind to let myself pull the conclusion that maybe I had fallen asleep downstairs and Daichi had carried me up here. It was more feasible than the concept of me, still being a sane human being, coming up here myself. No way, I had barely had enough courage to be able to talk to the man on the phone without tripping over my words like a dunce.

Still, I denied it. No matter how realistic it sounded in comparison, there was no way that Daichi could have or would have done something like that for me.

Could he have?

I rinsed the toothbrush, placing it carefully in the holder where Daichi's own toothbrush sat lonely. Taking one last glance at myself, installing noticing the bright red blush that has spread across the entirety of my face, I walked out of the bathroom.

My thoughts, sadly, followed me out. However, as my eyes took in the scenery of Daichi's' room, the tone of my thoughts went from confusion to guilt.

Because at the end of the day --regardless if he had carried me or not-- this his house and he should have gotten to sleep in his own bed. In fact, I shouldn't even be here. I have a whole house of my own; empty and lone, waiting for me.

Knowing feeling guilty wouldn't take away the fact that there was no way to go back in time and fix what I felt like was a mistake, I went over to Daichi's bed. Carefully I began to tuck in the duvet that I disheveled in my sleep. Doing my absolute best to erase any evidence that any human had even been in the bed. Hoping that my own thoughts would smooth away like the creases in Daichi's sheets.

In general, making beds in the morning had always been comforting to me. Really, cleaning, in general, comforted me. I preferred an organized space if I could help it. Even now, as I stood in someone else's room, I had to fight the urge to go on a cleaning spree.

Daichi's room was just as you'd expect out of a man like him. It was obviously clean in his eyes but to me, it was cluttered. My house, on the other hand, almost always looked like there was no one living in it. Granted, that was because it really wasn't.

It was just me. No family, no pets, no boyfriend. I had no one to impress or entertain.

But I understood why Daichi lived like this. It was something that I was pretty familiar with.

He, like my Dad, used to have someone that would take care of things like that for him. For my Dad, it was my Mom and for Daichi, it was Tobio's Mom.

My Dad had gone through a divorce when I was still pretty young. Even though my childish ignorance to relationships, I was just old enough to notice the steady decline in the organization of the house. For example, laundry that once used to be sorted and washed by color turned to be scattered all around the house unwashed. I remember barely being able to find things that were once effortless to find.

Simply put, it was the mess of someone that could only really be described as a single dad. Messy and disorganized but not exactly a disgusting pigsty. Just right in somewhat of a between.

As I finished making the bed, I slightly gave in to my instincts and picked up the clothes that were scattered all throughout the room and put them in the hamper.

In the progression of my mini cleaning spree, I tucked the loose clothes that were hanging outside back into the drawers they were hanging from on the dresser.

I was finally on the last pant leg, but due to the drawer almost to the point of overflowing from all the clothes that had already occupied the space, having to forcefully shove the fabric to fit. This move caused the dresser to shake just a little and some things that were placed on the surface of the dresser to fall over.

Quickly, I stood up to fix the things that toppled over.

Various colognes, deodorants, and a picture frame.

Out of sheer curiosity, when I went to straighten out the picture frame I glanced at the photo that was encased behind the glass.

It was of a woman who had shoulder-length black hair and glasses with a kid that was no other than Tobio sitting in her lap.

The woman was really beautiful.

Even though I knew exactly who she was, how could I not have, I tried really hard to put it in the back of my mind.

Slowly, I put the picture back on the dresser.

Desperately trying to forget that I even saw that, I mentally decided that it was time for me to go downstairs. Even though seeing Daichi was probably the last thing I wanted to do, it would give my mind a distraction.

And when I got downstairs, a distraction was exactly what Daichi was.

He was geared out in full pajama wear and was frantically waving his spatula around by the fire alarm in a desperate attempt to keep it from going off. At the stove, there was a cloud of grey smoke admitting from a pan of mysterious black contents. Whatever it was, it could barely be compared to food.

In just a couple of short periods of standing in shock, my fight or flight reaction kicked in as I ran over to take the initiative to get the situation under control.

"For someone as strong and smart as yourself," I started, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

"You really suck at cooking." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

His face went almost completely red and I snickered.

"Like, really bad," I added, emphasizing I was only joking.

He playfully swung the spatula at me, "Alright, I get it!" he exclaimed.

"Like, terrible!" now I was just teasing.

And suddenly he lunged at me, thankfully my reflexes reacted and I jumped back a little. When I saw in response to this, Daichi continued to move towards me, I started fast walking around the kitchen island. Closely behind me, I could hear him yelling for me to take it back. We ran laps around the kitchen island.

At one point, I had tried to fake him out. But much to my demise, he was a little too quick for me and he had me caught. He had me pinned between him and the countertop, his arms acting as guard rails. He was slightly out of breath causing him to breathe a little harder than normal, I could pretty much feel it grazing against my head and forehead. He hunched over a little, getting closer to my ear.

Now I could feel his breath on my exposed neck and ear. I felt incredibly vulnerable for some reason.

I tried to meet his eyes but he was staring at my ear, almost looking past me. I tried to back up little into the counter, desperately trying to create some space between me and the man that was towering over me. When he noticed this, he turned his gaze towards mine but made no attempts to move back. My legs gave out a little, causing me to involuntarily sink my back more into the counter.

Daichi let out a low laugh and leaned in closer to my ear and whispered:

"Take it back or you're gonna regret it."

Oh, holy mother of pearl.

If he kept doing stuff like this I was going to regret way more than saying his cooking was bad. Say things I will probably regret, feel things I will probably regret.

Maybe I already did.