[And he definitely doesn't expect it to be that soon. Indeed, he's still tidying up when he hears what he suspects is her dashing up the stairs, and opens the door. He himself has been getting prepared by changing out of his usual school uniform attire into what others have called his post-apocalypse gear -- leather jacket, generally thick but tight clothes, difficult to rip, etc.
On opening the door, he spots her and smiles slightly at once. She wasn't joking about hurrying over. With a pause, he waits at the door, one arm raised against the door, noncommitally, as if offering a hug, but also as if just keeping the door open.]
You really didn't make me wait long at all, Asahi.
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On opening the door, he spots her and smiles slightly at once. She wasn't joking about hurrying over. With a pause, he waits at the door, one arm raised against the door, noncommitally, as if offering a hug, but also as if just keeping the door open.]
You really didn't make me wait long at all, Asahi.