"I-I came here to further my pursuit of an Art career. Tokyo has the best Art schools in Japan."
Masaaki has snorted quietly to himself when he heard the brunette say that. As if going to the best art school in Japan, or even in the entire world for that matter, was going to help her in her career. However, it did pique his interest in her even further. When she told him that she would dry her hair but said that he wasn't her boyfriend, he frowned a little and a muscle in his nose twitched, something that happened when he was holding back from reacting. He tapped his finger impatiently waiting for the girl to start drying his hair and when she finally started to dry his hair, his body jerked slightly at the foreign feeling. She was using a low setting, something that he usually did, and when she ran her fingers through his hair, he felt a weird, tingling, warm sensation throughout his body. It was oddly comforting and Masaaki occasionally pressed his head against her fingers, albeit unnoticeable. It was after all, just a hairbreadth contact for a short moment. The corners of his lips lifted into a small smile.
"How old are you, anyway...? You don't seem to be in high school.." the brunette seemed to be attempting to start a conversation with him, which he found rather adorable, adorable in a sense that a tiny brown mouse seemed to be trying to engage in conversation with a white feline. "I'm seventeen, almost eighteen, actually..."
The brunette had shielded his face from the hairdryer's blasts, something he somehow found rather pleasing. It was all a rather odd experience to him but he enjoyed it.
"Do I look that old?" he seemed to be joking with her, a trace of laughter in his voice. "Does my girlfriend somehow fancy someone her age?"
He lifted his head up to look at her, "I'm twenty one, turning twenty two. I attend a college nearby."
He dipped his head back to it's neutral position and continued, "Eighteen huh? I kind of guessed."
"... Uhm.. Why would a guy like you set up something like this to find a girlfriend anyway? Well.. Besides the whole 'lets corner a girl and give her a heart attack' routine, of course."
At this, Masaaki couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself, a different chuckle from the one he had previously used on the brunette. More real, more friendly, more down-to-earth. "'Let's corner a girl and give her a heart attack routine' huh? Well, I'm doing it partly for Okinawa. She's been a great landlord to me and she was looking for a tenant. We came up with the idea to attract lonely girls such a yourself who really wanted a boyfriend."
Although part of it is that I don't really want to be out in the open too much and that puts me in a predicament where I don't have the chance to hit on girls leisurely. he thought to himself, cursing his unfortunate circumstance to remain under the radar.
The brunette had placed down the hairdryer and seemed to be ready to... leave? Masaaki seemed to examine her as she walked past him, his eyes like a predator tracking down his prey. Her frame seemed to be moving with faint fear, almost tense in fact. It felt almost like a little game that they were playing. He ran his fingers through his blow-dried hair, giving it a messy appearance and shifted in his seat. Just as she seemed to be out of reach, he reached out, almost gracefully, and grabbed her wrist. It wasn't hard or sudden, and his grip wasn't tight. He seemed to be treating her as if she was some fragile object.
"Where are you going?" he said quietly, but in the silence of the apartment, it sounded extra loud. Despite his question, his voice seemed to be laced with warning, as if he knew what her plans were. After all, with such an obvious body language, it wasn't hard to discern at all. He tugged her back, letting her fall on top of him. He embraced the brunette, her back to his chest, as he breathed slowly near her ear.
"You're a very bad liar, you know that? I don't think anyone knows where you are, and you definitely haven't called anyone. Am I right?" he whispered, emphasizing the first five words as if to taunt her. His hands gently rubbed her shoulders and then his fingers began to play at the edges of her shirt's v-neck.
"You're mine now."