Ryuji's face looked listless. For the past hour, he had been staring at his phone screen as if waiting for news from someone—who knows who—but his demeanour genuinely made the pierced young man walking towards him curious and puzzled.
"Oi, Ryuji," he called out, half-shouting.
"Hm..." Ryuji replied lazily, still preoccupied with his phone.
Arashi sat beside Ryuji, a small towel still wrapped around his neck. "Waiting for news from your girlfriend?" he teased, sipping the canned drink.
"Not a girlfriend, but a future wife," Ryuji corrected, feeling confident they were destined for each other.
The eccentric-looking young man was taken aback for a moment, but the next second, he smirked. "What blind woman would want you?" he mocked as if no girl would ever want his friend, who had always had strange hobbies.
"Do you want to fight me, Arashi?" Ryuji snapped, annoyed.
"I was just asking; no need to get so angry," Arashi replied casually, unfazed by Ryuji's sharp glare.
