Ryuutaro nodded gracefully and as soon as Hayato had left he turned to the mirror and his things.
At this point he took a minute to just... stare. Because if he wasn't so madly in love and not so... naked and fanless... he'd go and kill Hayato now - then again if he wasn't so madly in love this wouldn't have happened in first place.
Maybe it was only natural that actions as theirs in the previous night and this morning left marks, but really? Really?
Ryuutaro sighed. He'd really have to be careful to somehow get his yukata over that. And if that didn't work, he might have time for metaphorically killing Hayato later...?


And just as Hayato predicted, it took Ryuutaro ages to get ready.

Drying his hair, brushing it, putting make-up on -perfect to the smallest detail-, getting hair into place... Just that then he found out that, no he didn't have his clothes in here, which resulted in the quickest grabbing of clothes and disappearing again in history. Ryuutaro didn't like being seen in the process of getting ready.

It took him good 20 minutes to really get out of the bathroom and as he did he looked beautiful and graceful... like always actually.