うるせぇな、
prettyboycatcher
A Friday night after practice was normally a good night, a quiet night - a night where he’d turned down every single offer from someone trying to get him to go out, as rare as that was. He just wanted a scalding hot shower and a long soak (both of which he’d gotten), some iced coffee (which he’d also gotten), and some peace and quiet to play video games (which he was currently in the process of doing). Literally, peace and quiet was all he was asking for and all he wanted. One night to wind down from long practices and hot days, was that so hard to ask?
Calloused fingers slid over the on button of his game station, picking up the controller that was still on its charging dock before settling back into the couch. He was still warm, hair damp from his bath and lightly dripping down onto the pale pink towel around his shoulders. Shirt off, sweatpants on. Him and only him, besides the game that was flickering to life on the screen as he pressed buttons mechanically and flipped through title and selection screens before the game started up. It was fine then, in that moment, a soft and long haired black cat curling up next to him who seemed oddly comforted by the sound of the game filtering through the speakers and idle button pressing.
But Kuramochi’s cat wasn’t calm for long, shifting at the slightest noise that he didn’t initially pick up but later did - something that sounded like a key being forced into a lock (his own?) and a door opening (also his own?). He definitely couldn't mistake the fact that the noise coming from the entryway was very much his apartment, quickly pressing the pause button so he could slide himself off the edge of the couch and quickly look for the source of intrusion. Really though? His apartment of all places? He was kind of at fault for not locking the door, anyways.
He was met with the sight of someone he didn’t know (obviously) but looked familiar enough (a neighbor in the building he'd seen picking up mail, maybe?), squinting as brows furrowed before a slight noise of irritation rolled passed his lips with a soft ‘che’. Figures someone would come knocking in on him drunk after turning people down. Call it karma, if you will. Kuramochi only raised a hand, pressing it to the stranger’s chest because hey dude - you’re not comin’ any further into this apartment go home.
“Hey, man. I don’t know who you think you are or anything, but you’re kinda in the wrong apartment, so I suggest you find your way back to yours and lay off the drinks.” He breathed in, irritation evident in his tone. He was really glad he knew how to wrestle, at this point. Not to mention his delinquent past, but we don’t talk about that. “I’m kinda busy here and it’s late, so...”
