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Shooting a quick glance at his phone screen, Hajime checked the time. It was around mid-afternoon, and he’d been expecting a knock at his door for the past few minutes; although, the visitor that he’d been anticipating was Kazuichi Souda, who was infamous for being the unlucky combination of disorganised, inattentive, almost always unpunctual, so his absence wasn’t particularly surprising. Still, Hajime couldn’t help but worry, his anxious side getting the best of him per usual. But the thought of Kazuichi’s tendencies to be accident-prone wasn’t the only thing putting him at unease, annoyance also bubbling in his gut. Hajime’s anger wasn’t unjustified though, it was kind of a dick move to badger your friend - and a quite busy friend at that - to accompany you to a florist, because you’re too much of a wimp to buy some flowers for your boyfriend on your own, only to then turn up late to meet the friend that had so kindly agreed to waste his day running errands with you. But, at the end of the day, Kazuichi was still Hajime’s friend, and he could sympathise with his struggles, so he patiently sat on his couch, waiting for any kind of indication that he’d decided to show up.
A couple minutes later he finally heard a fast-paced tapping at his door. Ah, it looks like Souda finally turned up, he thought to himself, whilst letting out a slightly exasperated sigh. He swung the door open, and was met with a wide, sharp-toothed grin, as well as hair so excruciatingly bright that it almost hurt to look at.
“Hey, Hinata! Sorry I’m late, I was busy redying my hair and it kinda took longer than I was expecting.” Kazuichi said, only half-apologetic.
Forgiving him regardless - because he was his friend, and it wasn’t exactly a huge deal - he responded, “Oh, it’s all good. You’re here now and that’s what counts. Ready to go?”