Making amends and Making.....? :: Ren and Masato
From their breakfast onwards things once again seemed to pick up between the two of them. They had spoken a little while they ate and the mood had honestly seemed to stay positive and warm between the two of them. It was an honest relief to him. It would have hurt a great deal if he had been forced to face their friendship degrading on him when they had struggled so to actually build it back up. It was a worry he would not be forced to face however. A few days had been all it took to have even the overly cautious Masato comfortable and confident that he did not need to worry any longer.
His routine had settled down now that he was all moved in. He could settle down easily to sleep and then wake up in the morning and no longer feel unsettled by his surroundings. It had restored his far more relaxed temperament and his much more pleasant mood. It was refreshing. He had not enjoyed having such a dark cloud over his head for so very long. It had been unpleasant to him, so it could have been nothing short of hell for poor Ren.
The day seemed very fair. Masato had woken up nice and early as ever and rather than simply sitting around idly waiting for a reasonable hour at which he would not disturb Ren with his desire to clean their apartment. It was not exactly that much of a chore He found it quite pleasant and relaxing really, all things considered. If you made sure to take care of it relatively frequently it never took too long either. It made relatively little sense to him why people found it such a bother. Either wayā¦ His trip to the shops had not really been overly important, but as a way to pass time it had certainly worked. There had been one or two things that they had needed anyway, and a few hours would really be all it took for him to not feel too bad for making noise. There was a time when he would have cared very little if he woke his friend up, but now, with things as they were between themā¦ well. He knew Ren liked his sleep when he could find it. And he also know that at times that was not always something the blond found so very easy. Itā¦ worried him sometimes. But there was little that he could do about it no matter how he wished he could. Sometimes he wondered if allowing Ren to rest closer to him would helpā¦ but that could make things awkward no? If Ren was left feeling disquieted by the offer? If he ended up with the conviction that the pianist was pushing for something more than they had? Mnā¦ It was not a risk he was sure he was comfortable withā¦ and in reality he had honestly believed that he had been able to put the thoughts about that sort of thing fully from his mindā¦ howeverā¦ the last seven days had proved him very very wrong. The comfort that had been restored between them seemed to have brought back the nagging conviction that there could be, perhaps even should be something more to their relationship with one another than the comfortable friendship they shared. It was a wonderful kind of torture that he found himself utterly subjected to each time his eyes fell on the admittedly utterly captivating blond. Itā¦ should not be possible to look like Ren, with an equally wonderful warm, friendly personality and an equally bewitching smile. Itā¦ was very difficult to maintain an acceptable degree of sensible behaviour and sense in general around him. Luckily he wasā¦ strict enough with himself that he was able to keep himself more or less in line. With a soft, content sigh he pushed himself to his feet from where he had been knelt down to sweep up the kitchen floor. The bathroom was sparkling, the surfaces in the kitchen had all been cleaned and the dishes had been taken care of. The windows had been polished, both in here and in the living room and honestly he was very pleased with the amount he had gotten done.
With some mild surprise however he had found his gaze drawn by the clock. A half hour past noonā¦? How had that come about? He shook his head very slightly at himself. Close to three hours lost to cleaning. His eyes flicked over towards the living room, as he removed the apron from around his hips and hung it back on its hook. Would Ren still be asleepā¦? It did not hurt to take a look. His mind had not drifted to his friend too many times todayā¦ Onlyā¦ maybeā¦ Okay so a fair few times. But it would be nice to speak with him. He could not recall anything they had on the cards today after all, so perhaps they could do something together..? A walk maybe? Or they could cook. Orā¦ something. Tugging his dark blue sweater down a little he moved through to the living room.
Ren has always been the last of the idol group to greet the day, and the move to a new city had not changed his habits much. It took him a while to fall sleep usually, and that was the reason he spent as much time in dreamland as he could once he acquired it. Some nights were only slow, but others he lain awake for hours, his mind whirring and whizzing with thoughts to sift through and decipher until he was met with the peace of slumber. Some nights he chose to read, or play one of his games until his eyes were too heavy to keep open -- though that often led to excitement as he stumbled across something interesting, or defeated a puzzle he had been struggling to complete and he was eager to continue to the next level of the game. It was then he would find himself awake hours after his ideal bedtime, and then spending the next morning dozing was necessary to function throughout the rest of the day.
The previous nights had been one of those nights, where he found himself awake well into the night and needed the next morning to recuperate from his own attempts to settle down. Waking up after noon, however, had not been part of the plan. When he finally open his sky blue eyes and took in the glowing screen of his phone and the numbers flashing across it, he started his day off with a groan.
He overslept. So much for his idea of waking up and preparing brunch for Masato and himself.
Without bothering to throw on a shirt and half-stumbling into one of his pairs of sweatpants within easy reach, Ren finally peeked out of his room to inspect the apartment. Was Masato around..? His inquiry was easily answered; one look around the shared commons of the apartment told him all he needed to know. The living quarters were pratically sparkling, after all. Such was Masato's handiwork surely -- for someone who grew up with a butler at his side, the Hijirikawa heir was awfully proficient and thorough when it came to mundane tasks like cleaning. It suited him though, to do such things for himself. Always the go-getter, Ren thought with a sleepy smirk.
Running a hand through his hair to tame some of the messy strands, Ren took another glance around the apartment, eyes finally settling on the living room -- and the figure that just entered it. Masato was home as he thought, and dressed as though he had been up for a few hours at least. With a tilt of his head, Ren raised a hand casually in a good morning gesture.
