I haven’t drawn anything since I woke up and this is what came out of my brain ^ q ^;;;;;
The last person Haruka expects to see impatiently ringing his doorbell on a Sunday afternoon is Sousuke.
It’s almost comical, seeing Sousuke at his ends wits as he repeatedly rings and knocks on Haruka’s door. If Haruka listens closely he can hear the muffled curses Sousuke grits out between his teeth under his breath, both frazzled and aspirated.
Haruka stands there for a moment, his grocery bags filled with mackerel and other necessities in both of his hands and his head tilts contemplatively wondering why Sousuke hasn’t left yet when it’s more than obvious he’s been at it for a while.