Letting out a sustained breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, Musashi didn’t hesitate to simply walk inside the room, after all, it would only be Hiruma and himself discussing the plans for the expansion of the clubhouse.
As he entered the place, Musashi almost let out an amused chuckle at the comforting sight of Deimon’s very own Devil quarterback, sitting legs crossed at the end of the room, in perfect view for him as he opened the door soundlessly.
Musashi noted almost instantly the slight irritation surrounding Hiruma, it took but one glance from the brunette to notice the discomfort the tiny space probably caused him. The room was cramped and stuffy, there was a noticeable weather change and Musashi wasn’t even inside yet, there would definitely have to be some drastic changes to the place. Nothing he couldn’t handle.
Moving a hand to take the half remain of the cigarette off his mouth and carelessly shove it in his pocket, Musashis gaze landed straight on Hiruma’s face, slight temptation to let it wonder lingered in the back of his mind, but he knew better.
“You Called” Musashi spoke with a nonchalant tone, leaning his weight onto his left leg for comfort as he spoke, amusement taking over his expression from the anticipation of the meeting with the male.