There’s a small jump in his step as Toudou dances, vacuum in hand, bouncing in small shorts and a fluorescent tank that almost swallows him whole. His energy set off the second his alarm did, and being an early riser Toudou had probably cleaned the apartment at least three times over. But how could he stay still, when his future roommate could ring at any moment! It’s not that he wasn’t accustomed to living alone, nor did he dislike it--he'd been on his own for months without problem, relying on company from friends passing out and through. But even with the occasional party or gathering, as people filtered out, the pang of loneliness hit right on cue.
The vacuum returns to it’s home in the small corner next to the (absolutely gorgeous, really) teal couch that the male falls atop of. Toudou lets himself sink, for a moment, shaking his head and kicking his feet. A squeal may have been released, but that’s no ones business.
Popping off the couch, Toudou finds himself at the bathroom mirror. It absolutely isn't the first time this morning (nor would it be the last) but he can’t help but itch to see his reflection, if the “casual but still hot” look he tries to achieve in workout clothes is as effective as it needs to be.
His heart leaps to his throat when the buzzer goes off and after one, quick lookover, the biker is at his door, smiling with just enough teeth.
“Welcome home! I’ll help with your bags.”