it's been a year. A year since Taku had been able to see the man infront of him. Towa. He eyed towa with intrigue, a shy smile on his lips. Towa was hopeless with cooking, but had for some reason insisted on cooking dinner for the both of them.

He examines towa from behind. The way his once short hair with yellow highlights was now back to its natural black, draping across his shoulders. He was swathed in a baby blue cardigan and a white blouse. That was probably the most intriguing part of him. This was odd. Towa had always been odd, always dressed in muted colors... But the change was nice. He looked... Pretty like this. Hearing a surprised hiss from the kitchen-area of his condo, taku lets out a snort and rises from the couch, heading over.

"Need some help?"

His voice is slightly timid. Not exactly scared, but hesitant. Things felt so... New, somehow.