Hajime shows up at Tooru’s door at seven thirty. Granted he’s a bit early, since he and Tooru had agreed to meet up at seven forty five before going to the movies, but he managed to catch an earlier bus than expected before walking the rest of the way to Tooru’s house.
He likes Tooru’s house. He likes the series of plants lining the stoop, and he likes the big window in the living room that lets in so much sunlight. He likes the cozy and warm feel to it, but what he likes most about it is how Tooru it is.
He doesn’t think much of anything when he knocks at the door and Tooru doesn’t answer right away. Hajime pulls his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through a few messages. He answers one from one of his co-workers - no, he does not want to switch shifts with him - and clicks on another, looking up when he hears a loud thump come from inside Tooru’s house.
“Tooru?” Hajime calls, knocking on the door again. “You there?” He’s about to knock again when the door swings open, a frantic Tooru on the other side of it.
Hajime’s heart sinks as soon as he sees him.
Tooru looks exhausted.
He’s rubbing his eyes, the remnants of a yawn escaping his lips. Even his hands can’t hide the bags under his eyes, purple and swollen and showing just how little he’s been sleeping. His hair is messy and looks like he hasn’t gotten the chance to wash it in a couple of days. He’s still wearing his work clothes, but there’s a stain on his shirt and the clothes themselves are wrinkled and worn. He squints when he sees Hajime, his expression shocked once he shakes off some of his exhaustion.
“Hajime?” He says, blinking, clearly very confused. “You… what are you doing here…?”
Hajime swallows, looking Tooru up and down. He really doesn’t look like himself at all. When Tooru puts his hand on the door, Hajime can see how he’s been picking at his nail beds, leaving them raw and an angry red.
A bad habit Tooru had given up back in college, he’d thought.