Hizashi walked into the apartment after a long day of teaching. You were sat on the couch, eyes immediately darting to the door as it clicked open. Rather than be greeted by a warm smile and a loud laugh you are greeted by the yellow-haired man walking in sopping wet.

He must’ve forgotten his umbrella… again.

He dripped water onto the hardwood floor as he closed the door behind himself, looking exasperated.

The most amusing part however, was his hair. While it usually stuck straight up, now that it was wet it all fell forming to the shape of his head. The long wet hair cascading just past his shoulders. He looked akin to a cat after a bath.

“Don’t start-“ He said.

But it was too late, you already felt your face begin to break into a grin at the sight.