[The rest of the week leading up to the inevitable Saturday dinner seemed to fly by in a blur. Intense practices and awkward media interviews, as well as all the grueling related work in-between, helped. Wakatoshi couldn't have been more relieved to wake up to his 6:00 am alarm that morning to learn that aside from his morning run and an online Polish class, his schedule was clear. He and Sakusa could spend as much time together as they want.
But first, he had to spruce his place up.
It's not that Wakatoshi's apartment was a pig-sty or, "organized chaos," as Hoshiumi referred to his own place, but he hadn't been able to sanitize it as often as he'd like with his schedule being the way that it is. So he devoted an hour to cleaning the place, stowing away any stray items and spritzing citric acid here and there, followed by an intense bathroom scrub-down. He even changes the floor pads on the kotatsu.
As promised, Sakusa showed up to his apartment right on time a bit later. Wakatoshi had scored enough time to shower, change into a simple Schweiden Adlers hoodie and some shorts, and was in the middle of tying a simple apron at the small of his back when the doorbell rang.
Perfect.
Just before he opens the door, he checks his hair in the mirror by his genkan.]
Hello, Kiyoomi. I'm glad you've made it. Please, come in.
@omiomi (What's Cookin' Good-lookin'?)
But first, he had to spruce his place up.
It's not that Wakatoshi's apartment was a pig-sty or, "organized chaos," as Hoshiumi referred to his own place, but he hadn't been able to sanitize it as often as he'd like with his schedule being the way that it is. So he devoted an hour to cleaning the place, stowing away any stray items and spritzing citric acid here and there, followed by an intense bathroom scrub-down. He even changes the floor pads on the kotatsu.
As promised, Sakusa showed up to his apartment right on time a bit later. Wakatoshi had scored enough time to shower, change into a simple Schweiden Adlers hoodie and some shorts, and was in the middle of tying a simple apron at the small of his back when the doorbell rang.
Perfect.
Just before he opens the door, he checks his hair in the mirror by his genkan.]
Hello, Kiyoomi. I'm glad you've made it. Please, come in.