This morning felt different. This weekend, Aito didn't laze around in bed. Early in the morning he was busy taking out almost the entire contents of his closet just because he was confused about which outfit to wear.
Who knows, a message from someone he didn't expect contacted him that morning. It really made Aito run downstairs with a shirt he had just randomly chosen.
"Maruyama! You didn't say you were going to pick me up." Aito went downstairs to look at the man who already looked neat in his black t-shirt and jeans, covered by coach, and a small sling bag slung across his chest.
"We'll go together," he replied, shrugging easily.
Aito shook his head in annoyance. He wasn't ready at all! He didn't expect Junan to pick him up.
"Then go upstairs first, I haven't finished getting ready. Sorry if the room is messy," he said, already going inside the house.
