Time Skip:
Date: February 9th (Tuesday) , 2016
Weather: Sunny with a slight breeze.
"Ngg..."
Masaaki groaned in discomfort as he finally woke up. He had fallen asleep unconsciously the night before while painting, his body contorted into a very uncomfortable looking position; his head had bent at an odd angle while resting against the then still wet paint, hurting his neck and causing his hair to be stuck on the paint, his posture was bent to the left for the entire night, making his back ache when he straightened himself up. Masaaki had a patch of hair on his side that was caked with paint and it was difficult for him to pull free from the dried paint. When he finally did, several strands of his beautiful white hair were stuck to the canvas.
Masaaki spent a few good minutes staring at the canvas, wondering if he was awake or still dreaming.
Then he kicked the canvas.
Muttering as he went about his daily routine, he took a glance at the clock while he grabbed his change of clothes and shampoo. It was eight A.M. which means he had two more hours to get ready, so that was perfect. Having a relaxed schedule had its benefits. He made his way to the bathroom, where his nose picked up a faint scent of strawberry and vanilla.
Oh right. That girl. he thought to himself.
He removed his shirt and glanced at himself in the mirror, running a hand through the scar on the right side of his lower abdomen. A flaw in his otherwise fair skin, toned and muscled from running and sports. Masaaki spent a long moment in the shower, sitting in the bathtub of hot water. The paint on his hair proved to be a nuisance to clean but he managed to get most of it off, leaving the right side of his hair lightly tinted with odd colors.
An hour later
With a messenger bag slung on his shoulder and a nice change of clothes, Masaaki took one final stretch to get rid of the aches he felt and then scanned the large apartment one more time, almost as if looking for something. When it was apparent that he was finally satisfied staring at nothing, he walked to the doorway and slipped on a pair of canvas shoes. He paused as he opened the door, and almost as if it was a tradition to him, he said:
"Well, I'm off."