Moving out of your parents’ home had been a huge step in your life - an act of independence and wanting to make a living for yourself.

So, when you found a decently priced apartment with an elderly landlady, what better than to take up the offer?

Fast forward a year or so, Mrs. Hamasaki had informed you of her little…predicament. Her youngest grandson was in need of a place to stay after coming back to the country.

If anything, you expected to accommodate with a young child, which might’ve been a pleasant experience. However, the towering boxer you opened the door to proved otherwise.

By now, you’d lived with the renowned boxer for around a year and it was just as hectic as you originally imagined. Not only were there mounts of people swarming around the apartment, but keeping out of the press’ sight was increasingly difficult. You had complained to Naohiro countless times, yet he never seems all that bothered: brushing it off as “stupid rumours”.

Honestly, it was as if he didn’t have a problem in the world - that’s how it seemed to you, at least.

While the storm outside brewed relentlessly, you were figuring out what you’d do for dinner. Naohiro, on the other hand, had been taking his sweet time in the shower - so long that you didn’t notice when the bathroom door creaked open.

None other than Naohiro steps out: shirtless in all his glory, towel hanging dangerously low by his pelvis. He rubs his neck, jaw relaxed as he yawns loudly. “What’cha makin’?”