[Starter for sincereoptimist! Hello, roomie!]
“This is... great...”
Makoto’s brows creased, with his smile hardly remaining on his face. The anxiety just kept piling on top of one another, now did it? His eyes tilted down at the luggage he carried before settling back down on the flight of stairs he stood idly in front of. The idol wasn’t exactly the strongest member in his unit, but he also knew that the roller he brought wouldn’t grow legs and carry itself! Boy, wouldn’t it be that convenient if it did so? The boy shook his head from his thoughts as he took the first step up, and then the other, and so forth. He was jerked to a stop when the wheels of his luggage was stuck on the edge.
A groan left him, failing to keep up his usually joyful demeanor. “Do I really have to...” He whined to no one in particular. He had to admit that the lack of people outside made things easier for him to talk to himself. “Maybe I shouldn’t have brought so much... mmmnnn, actually, all of this is necessary.” Using whatever strength he had, he heaved the bag up the stairs with him. Makoto nearly slammed his bag down on the floor once he was done with the first set, but confidence bubbled within seeing that going to the apartment was, at least, possible. The idol took a deep breath before taking his bag again and trekking up the second set, putting it down gently once he was done.
Despite himself taking a considerable amount of time struggling to climb the steps, he still had doubts on whether or not the door he now was in front of was the gateway to heaven or a gateway to hell! “Well, well...!” He mused to himself, looking down at his sweaty palms before settling his eyes back on the door. His arm ached from the brief workout, but no longer would he have to continue doing it. He was here now, and it was more than too late to have a change of heart. Makoto balled his hand into a fist and knocked on the door with the back of it. “Hello!~” He called out, “Anyone inside?”
