"Hmmm, she isn't doing it like a bunny today, huh?" A boy in his early 20's asked no one in particular. He couldn't hear anything as he pulled his ears closer to the left of his wall so he made up his mind.
He took out a plastic container containing some food. Some meat, vegetables, and rice. It was enough to be called a healthy and balanced meal. As he came out of his apartment room, he turned to his left and knocked on the door. When he wasn't answered, he turned the knob and noticed that the door was already unlocked.
(Probably just focusing on doing her job again,) he thought as he opened the door, expecting to see her face glued onto her laptop.
What he didn't expect however was to see a woman, her shirt half taken off with someone on top of her. Just from the sight alone, he knew that he had disturbed something intimate. He said nothing—and neither did the other two—as he closed the door.
He was completely unperplexed by the whole sight. After a few minutes of waiting around outside her door, he started gazing out on the balcony of this apartment building. The hallways of the apartment building were basically just fenced as to not let anyone fall out. It looked more like a fire exit than a hallway.
He lived in a not-so-shabby apartment building, it was one of those fairly cheap ones where the walls barely muffled the sounds of his neighbors. The reason he lived in an apartment was because of his college, which was only a 15-minute walk away from where he lived.
A minute or two had passed of him just gazing at nothing in particular from the balcony so he decided to kill some time in his room. The room itself was fairly small, only having two rooms, the other room being the bathroom which took up a fourth of the entire space. It was sparsely decorated and was very much a utilitarian-looking room. A kitchen, a small table, two chairs, a bed, and some textbooks in the corner of the room were the only noticeable things in the room. If three people had outstretched both their arms in the space, they would reach from wall to wall.
His gaze hovered over to his mirror as he noticed he still had his bedhead. With a comb, he groomed his raven black hair. He styled it into his usual, his bangs slicked to be slightly above his left eye. He put on his small, circular glasses, and then got dressed, a plain black polo shirt and jeans, and sneakers.
After checking to see if he was more presentable, he once again made his way to his neighbor's room after five minutes had passed. This time, he made sure to only come in this time once his calls were answered. In front of the door again, he rapped on the rather cheap-feeling surface.
His knocks were answered by a girl who had short, oranged-colored hair and jade green eyes. Her hair was short but was styled into a bun, and she even sported a red hairband. The girl herself wore a yellow off-the-shoulder sweater and a red ankle-length skirt, which he realized was different from before.
Though it was answered, it was not answered in a very calm manner. She swung the door open and he had to step back a bit just to not get hit by it. He thought it was pretty understandable though, considering how awkward that must have been to continue.
"What the hell do you want?" she asked, accentuating the word "hell".
"How long was that one? Eight minutes?"
"Oh, shut the hell up!" she replied, once again accentuating that particular word. "Waddya want?!"
"I wanted to give you this," he replied, handing her the container. "You probably forgot to eat again last night while working on your comic."
Truth be told, he wanted to give her that food since last night, but when he heard sounds of someone lightly moaning, he decided against it.
With an apologetic tone, she replied, "Oh, uh—thanks." She sure knew how to switch moods at the snap of a finger.
He then waved goodbye, "No problem."
"No, wait! Why don't you come in for a bit?" she asked, as she grabbed him by his sleeve.
He looked a bit wary at the invitation, "Sorry, I'm not—"
"Not like that, dumbass!"
He produced an audibly loud sigh, and with a bit of reluctance, relented and entered her room. Looking at the bed where he saw them previously, there was still a very, very obvious sweat stain on the sheets.
"Hey, Kawakami, there's still an obvi—"
"I know!!!" she screamed out at him. "God, Kazuya. Do you never shut up?"
"You know, a normal person would be asking far more questions than I would. You should be grateful," he replied, a small smirk forming on his face.
Unsurprisingly, she found his sarcasm not very amusing. She asked if she wanted some as she grabbed a can of cheap beer from her fridge which he declined.
"You haven't eaten yet, gonna drink already?"
"Nothing better to start working than with a can of beer, I say." And after a few chugs, she plopped herself down in front of her laptop which had a tablet attached to it. As he looked around the room, it was quite the same as his except hers had a few plushies on her bed and that she had a laptop.
"So what was the story with that?" he asked, his eyes looking at the bed.
She scowled at him for asking such a question with no shame. After a few seconds, she shrugged. "He said it was Valentine's and one thing led to another...but don't get the wrong idea! We're not dating or anything."
He gave an unamused response but quickly shrugged off the discussion. As she started working on her tablet, he noticed a clipboard on top of the kitchen counter. He saw no harm in it, so he started flipping through the stacks of papers. From what seemed like characters kissing, to a woman with a greatsword fighting a sea serpent, to a man wearing a visor shooting futuristic guns, the things on it were certainly eye-catching. They were probably just rough ideas and random story ideas, but he certainly liked them. The drawing was rough and rushed but there was enough detail to imagine the whole scenario unfolding.
The two spent a few minutes together not really talking. Not that they minded, they actually kind of liked the calming atmosphere. They didn't need to say anything to each other but to them, it was fun just to be around one another.
He took one glance at the clock and noticed that he had to finally take his leave. With a quick farewell, he reminded her to just reheat the food inside the fridge.
(At least she has a dream she's working towards, huh?) he thought to himself with a self-deprecating snort.
As he made his way to the gate of the, admittedly, older-looking apartment building, he checked his phone and saw that he had received a message. The message came from a woman who looked like she was in her early 30's. Just from her profile picture alone, he noticed that she had bright red hair and eyes. Her hair was short, just about shoulder-length. He looked at the time once more and saw that if he kept at the pace he was going he would be about 10 minutes early at the meeting place so he kept his pace up.
After 20 minutes or so, he made his way to the meeting place and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was already there. The place they were in was known to be a pretty busy district because of all the shops around, but he could easily spot her sitting on the benches near a pole with a clock on it.
Just like in her picture, she was indeed a woman in her 30's. As he got a far better look at her, he could feel his cheeks burn up slightly. She did have red hair and eyes, but that was honestly the least eye-catching part of her. The dress she wore was a black one-piece that contrasted perfectly with her hair color, and it revealed just enough of her bust to make it look like she wasn't wearing a bra. Not to mention the skirt that outlined her legs made her thighs look very plump.
The way they approached each other was honestly very awkward, her presence alone was very commanding of attention just because of appealing she looked. He could already feel people leering at him as they greeted each other.
After some idle chatter, the woman introduced herself, "My name is Lisa. Nice to meet you, Kazuya," she said with a smile, "I hope we have fun today."
He held her hand as he tried to put on the most confident smile that he could muster, "That depends on us, I guess."
Despite him trying to put on a very confident face, the redness of his cheeks did not convince her all that well. With a small chuckle from her, the two went inside a small cafe.