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The smoke surrounding him was turning into bubbles, huge ones next to small but shiny ones. They were all hit by the early morning sun, making their way through the small neighborhood. Bouncing from one rooftop to another, against each other, finding new directions that way. The soft breeze surrounding them gently greeting everyone. He was just half-finished with his cigarette, but he already put it out and went inside his small apartment, yawning and running his fingers through his blonde hair. He didn't even bother touching it after waking up. The reflection of his mirror showed him the same thing it always did, his sharp red eyes, kind of lost somewhere, not clearly focusing on the world around him, the same old body, he did like how broad his shoulders were, though lately he had the feeling that he was losing muscle mass, and that scar. While looking at it he sighed, at least his spiky hair was good for covering that up, it was fairly big, but only on his forehead so he could hide it with a few minutes of playing around with his messy hair. It was something he felt self conscious about, so even if all he did was going to the convenience store, he'd take the time to take care of that. Although he was told that there was no need to hide it by certain people, their opinion really didn't matter. He just didn't want to stand out, was getting tired of the looks people would give him all the time. Confident people say shit like that like it's the easiest thing in the world, but guess what it isn't. The reason he was staring at the mirror wasn't his lack in confidence though, he was searching for some kind of change. Not necessarily about himself, it was difficult to explain, it was more like his surroundings but he was only able to see it in his mirror. At least he did once, for just a second, he saw a change and he wondered what that was ever since. "Oh whatever." He mumbled after staring at it for a few minutes and turned around to leave the tiny bathroom. Up until now he had thought about what he should eat, even though he wasn't hungry. It was more like he was forcing himself to cook for himself, so he wouldn't start eating cup noodles at 3 am. He upset his stomach quite badly after doing that just once. Since he was passing by the rice cooker he turned it on already, he had the urge to put another cigarette in his mouth so he started moving his hands to suppress that feeling. He prepared some toast, made miso soup and fried eggs and a few tiny sausages. He put that on the table on the other side of the room. After that he put his rice in another bowl and quickly made some coffee. With his breakfast ready he sat down to eat, actually feeling a bit excited since it looked pretty good. Feeling proud he took a bite out of his toast and stuffed an egg in his mouth. While chewing he was staring at the TV in front of him and watched the news. Nothing interesting, but he kept watching it in case something popped up. It was a bit strange, that feeling he had in his gut, like something was craving this information, almost begging for something important to pop up. "Calm down, will you?" Asking his body didn't do a lot, but it helped him focus on ignoring that feeling. There were still a few warm days left before fall would really begin. Maybe he should do something, use the time that was left. But he didn't have an idea for what to do. "I don't really have any plans for today either." He said that while still having his toast in his mouth, so it didn't come out very clearly. "Guess I'll go to the convenience store or something." The coffee he made was slowly waking him and his brain up, which reminded him that there was a magazine he still wanted to buy. He stuffed the rest of the rice in his mouth and picked some clothes to wear outside. He did like doing that, dressing up, although he wasn't sure why. Didn't his dad do something fashion related? He shouldn't forget that stuff, he knew that, but it was difficult sometimes. Next time he'd visit, he noted in his head, he would ask him about his work. Feeling a little bit ashamed he left the house, walking alongside the quiet streets.