your ritual is breaking into chuuyas apartment through the window at half past five - am or pm - and, sensing his confusedly grudged gaze, open the curtains. five times a week.

he always mutters something along the lines of "back off", then groans. theres no actual reason for you to come over, but hanging out with your best friend - heavy, sleepy smack on your shoulder, poke at his forehead to make the frown wrinkle go away - is always fun, isnt it?

"whats the fuck is the matter this time, albatross."