7am.

Rain might just scatter my windows as well. I got up and took a long, hot shower.

- maybe i should just cut off my hair at last.

This is something i tell myself everytime i shower.

Never doing it.

I got out of the shower, took care of my hair and made myself a cup of coffee.

8:30am.

Phone rings.

It's him.

- good morning.

- good morning, Madara. I didn't awake you did i?

- no, i already even took a shower.

- oh, great. So, i was thinking when to give my friend a call so that i'd be heading off to you. When is it good for you?

- as if i have anything to do today.

- so you're like, all-day-free?

- pretty much.

I'm somehow confident in myself. Okay..?

- you can come over anytime you want. Just let me know if you'll be here before 11am. Otherwise i'll have my breakfast.

- well, it depends what you're having for breakfast. If it sounds good, you bet i'll be there in no time. I'm not the cook one so i wouldn't miss a good breakfast with you.

- well, then you can leave as soon as you can. I'll be making the breakfast for two.

- you're confident that your breakfast will be that good, that you don't even feel the need to tell me what it's gonna be, huh?

- bingo.

- well, i'll be rating it.

- you bet.

- alright then, see you soon.

- bye.

This was the most gay conversation i think i've ever had. I'm smiling like a dumb little boy. I was wearing my joggers, no t-shirt. So by the time Hashirama came, i dressed myself properly- meaning i just put a t-shirt on, hah.

There's knocking on the door.

My apartment was pretty big, so it took me quite time to get the door.

- man, first of all, 23 fu***ng floors? and then even waiting till you get the door? You wanna see me dead before your feet?

- well hello to you too. sorry i was just turning off the gas but then i accidentally turned the other side on and then i turned that one off but-

- what the hell did you cook? It smells so good!!!

He wasn't even listening to me. He just came right in, with a huge smile on his face and pretty hungry stomach i guess.

- it's a-

- HOW BEAUTIFUL!

He took a look around my apartment. It was beautiful i guess.

- so what are we having?

he put his raincoat off and handed to me. I kinda like the way he feels so free around here.

- it's just some french toast with a bit melted cheese on top and cold sour cream. Do you wanna have a cup of tee or coffee?

- oh, this looks delicious alright! I'll have whatever you'll have for a drink.

- okay then let me make us cherry tea.

He took a seat and started looking around.

- i really like the way you have decorated your apartment.

- i wouldn't call it "decorated". It's just cozy.

- i'd much MUCH rather live in a place like this than where I live. My mother's pinky sh*t is driving me crazy.

- now now, respect that you have a roof over your head.

- ah, don't be a judge now. I'm just saying it could've been a bit less girly.

- there you go.

I poured us some tee and got started with the breakfast.

- hmmm, man! Can i please have you at my place as a cook? I'm bored of the same out traditional breakfast-lunch-and dinner.

- it's pretty easy, you can cook it for yourself with no problem.

- hey i can do alot of things on my own but god knows how lazy i am, sooo yah.

And he takes a huge bite of the toast.

When we were done with the breakfast, like i figured, he asked me to play piano for him.

- come on now, Mozart! Play some cool stuff.

- any suggestions?

- you can pick it.

- okay then.. let me think..

I'm feeling so good right now. Even better when i hear him playing. He played Chopin's uhm... s-something, i don't even know what he said it was called. But he was amazing at it. Truly, truly beautiful.

- and there you have your Nocturne op9. no.2 by Chopin.

There you go, that's what he played.

- where did you even learn how to play piano?

- i taughed myself.

- for real?

- yeah, we had this huge piano at home that belonged to my grandma. I would often just sit around and play nonsense when i was still a kid, but then i somehow got really interested in it so i decided to "master" it.

- man you really did master it.

- yeah i guess.

He chuckles.

How do i take all of this now.

He did invite me over after all, should i take it as a hint? But even if i did, what the h- how the hell do even- ugh. How do i dare to tell him about these butterflies i have in my stomach when I'm around him? I haven't even told anyone about my sexuality. Maybe he's just doing all this because he wants us to be nothing but just friends?

What do I do?

- i like your windows, they're huge and clean.

- haha, of course they're clean. You should see me cleaning up my apartment in details. I look like a housewife. But i just can't stay in a place if it isn't clean to its limits. You can call me crazy, but that's who this, uh.. what did you call me? That uhh- that you-wanna-square-up-right-here-right-now guy actually is.

- toldya, you're a softie.

Oh, crap. Na-huh, that look isn't good. Uh-oh.

- oookayy, that was just a joke, now relax......

He stands up and comes closer to where I'm sitting.

- you're not gonna like KILL me kill me, right?

He started laughing.

- oh man you can't even act along.

- well, my apologies Mr! You just really look like the Rock when you have that of a serious face.

- the Rock, huh?

- oh come on, he's cool.

Are you gonna believe me if i said that the whole day passed by and i literally lost the sense of time? It was past 7pm and it felt like i've been here for only an hour or so. We did all kinds of things: we played video games, he showed me his huge, huge (i know whacha thinking hehe) collection of CDs' which were mostly from the 40's-90's Rock n roll, hard rock, jazz, blues.. almost every main genre of music. He cooked us lunch, also delicious! Then we got into talking. He told me some of his stories, i told some of mine. And time went flying. I didn't even notice how the clock had almost 8pm on his face.