He glanced at the clock on the watch and it was almost midnight. He rubbed his palms together and rose up, it was never too late. He went to the closet to change from his pyjamas into a comfortable shirt and tailored pants.
He grabbed his car key and phone and walked out the door, his legs moving fast as he held back from sprinting. It took even more self-control to drive below the speed limit.
He wanted to see Haruki. It has been so long, it felt too long. He was not locked up, he was busy and made himself even busier but he still missed Haruki.
Unlike usual, he was stopped at the gate, his car wasn't let in. This has not happened to him before. They needed to confirm if he was allowed in or if Haruki had called him in.
Hiroshi looked at the digital clock in the car, hating the fact that all the rushing he had done was made futile by the guards. As much as he understood why they were doing it, it was difficult not to feel a bit displeased experiencing it.
