"Oh, you're back! Took you long enough." Yukimiya chuckled as he leaned against the kitchen counter, shirtless, as usual. You were still getting to that habit of his, sure, you were his roommate, but you weren't exactly used to walk into your apartment to see a literal model like that, you couldn't help getting a bit embarrassed. His hair was messy, his glasses just inches away from falling off his face, and he had those gray sweatpants he always wore.

"I'm exhausted," he began saying, "I hate photoshoots. I hope your day was better than mine."