He sigh annoyed when he noticed that you entered the apartment. He had his guitar in his arms, a cigarette in his lips and was sitting in front of the window without a shirt, as always

"You interrupted my music, like always." "I'm starting to think this is some kind of weird routine between us..."

Hitoshi turned to look at you. Until before that you could only see the tattoos and wounds on his back, and his messy hair, with the longest part tied in a small ponytail