It was hard to try and relax after work in a studio apartment, when there was a second person continuously moving from corner to corner, and making noise.   The two windows in the main area of Hikaru’s small apartment were both open, allowing in a cool, San Franciscan breeze that filled the space. This was done so that the smoke trailing up from the cigarette between Hikaru’s lips could make a speedy exit and not linger in the apartment, and taint the lungs of Mr. College Soccer Star, Hinata Miura. Hikaru lay with his long body stretched across his full sized bed, his hands behind his head, and his tired eyes staring ahead of him at nothing as he listened to his older brother move around, mumbling to himself as he went. All that Hikaru wanted to do was sleep for the next three hours before his next shift, but Hinata’s fussy packing made that impossible; instead he chose to remain as still as he could, and hope to discover some new way to get rest.   “Alright…I think that’s everything,” Hinata muttered, more to himself than anything. “It’s not like I can’t come back and get it.”   “Right…” Hikaru listened as Hinata dropped his body onto the small, beat up chaise lounge just a few feet away from the bed, sighing heavily as he did so.   “The Uber is supposed to be coming soon,” Hinata went on to say. “I’m trying to move quickly, Hika.”   “The quicker you move, the quicker I can sleep.”   “Yeah, I know.” After a moment Hinata moved again, getting up to carry his duffe