@empiresled | receives a starter based on this plot
⑇. - he found himself at a loss. to him, it was impossible to explain the scene that was transpiring in front of him. TRYING to cut her off when she was in a flow like this seemed like the worst ideas of them all especially, when all kota had to say was ❛ i don’t know who’s that is ❜. the object at stake: a bra. one that did NOT belong to his girlfriend. and one he hadn’t seen before. she apparently hadn’t either which had caused the obnoxious yelling in the first place. and kota? he just sat there and took it in.
⑇. - he and yena ∕∕ the girlfriend ∕∕ were at a tough spot in their relationship. the native japanese found himself tired of the fights that bubbled up every other day. often, he found himself wondering why they were in a relationship in the first place since she would find SOMETHING to complain about at any occasion, criticizing him whenever possible, getting annoyed at any of his attempts to mend their relationship. on top of this, kota’s neighbor and he were at each other’s throat CONSTANTLY as well（ over the crazily IMPORTANT topic of who got to use the dryer of their house when ）and --- woah. the dryer. as kota put one and one together, he rose off the bed. his head still halfway trying to figure out why the universe hated him enough to make TWO women at ONCE angry at him, he put together one and one and found the explanation for the appearance of the underwear.
⑇. - just as the brunette was about to propose what might have happened to yena, loud knocking pounded through the door. then? SILENCE. everything was still for a moment and as much at he would have enjoyed to just allow the quietness sink in for a moment, yena pushed him in the shoulder to open the door. it was probably for the BETTER anyway if he’d greet whoever was outside of the door. even though kota looked ∕∕ and felt ∕∕ worn out and exhausted, he’d still be the CALMER choice between him and his girlfriend.
⑇. - a large hand pulled open the door just to find the ONE other woman he wouldn’t have minded avoiding today. as he spotted the redhead outside of the door, kota’s dark eyebrows danced upwards and his voice rose in a broken english. ❝ how can i help you, isla? i’m not CURRENTLY using the dryer so you might want to start this discussion with the neighbor from 364 INSTEAD of me. ❞ with a heavy sigh, the japanese leaned into the door that his arm was resting on. kota wasn’t sure what to make of his life at this point. even though, he considered himself a rather stress resistant person, it appeared that his environment ALWAYS made different plans for him.
