Shota closed the door behind him and locked it, just in case Hizashi doesn't go in there and rape him, He snickered. The bed was soft when he plopped onto the bed, warm and cozy like someone just got done sleeping in it, before he realized it Shota had passed out in 3 minutes top.

Hizashi sat on the couch lonely and cold, "...Damn it... I was so close.." there were 2 shirts sprawled on the floor, his and Shota's. He grabbed the shirts and went into his room, he needed a shower to relieve himself, the water was nice and warm, Hizashi un-did his bun and his nice blonde hair fell to his shoulders, not as soft as his... the blush crept up on him "I don't like him... do i?" He whispered to himself. His heart burned and he could breathe, the thought of him... His heart told him yes...

The next morning, Shota woke up with a terrible hangover. He placed his hand on his forehead and groaned, the door clicked open softly. He walked out scratching his still visible stomach, yawning. Hizashi stepped out of his room too, his blonde hair was wavy. He had a clean white shirt on and a pair of pajama pants, He seemed.. distressed almost, Shota shrugged, and went to the small couch to look for his shirt "it's in my room on the dresser" Hizashi looked over at Shota from the small kitchen. "Thanks" Shota stood back up and got his shirt, it was... wet? He ignored it and slipped on. 10:37... "I'll bring over my stuff." He slipped on his shoes "Do you need help? I can drive us there and back" Hizashi offered, there would be no point of it, but it would be easier for him. "Sure" Shota's voice was cheery...