Chapter 3
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Seiji: Wait… Isn't that a good thing? That he didn't bullied anyone again i mean…
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Hiro: Well yeah it was a good thing but… but still! He went missin for days! The cops didn't even found him back then! The time when he came back was at school, he suddenly appeared and apologized to me terrifiedly, and then you came near us and smiled gently at him! He f*****g faint when ya did it! I know it's yer fault why he went missin!
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Seiji: *sɪɢʜ* All i did back then was glared at him and told to never bother you again, nothing more.
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Hiro: Fuckin liar! Then why the hell did he went missin!?
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Seiji: I don't know…? Forget about this topic, let's go home. *ʜᴏʟᴅs ʜɪʀᴏ's ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ*
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Hiro: I can't go home!
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Seiji: I know you can't go home to your house, that's why we're heading to my place.
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What should I do? I haven't even thanked and apologized hoshi properly… I know this fuckin guy won't give up on forcing me to go with him…
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Hiro: *ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ*
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Seiji: *sɪɢʜ* Don't worry… We'll come visit here sometime so that you can thank your new friend properly.
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Hiro: *sᴍɪʟᴇs* Really!?
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Seiji: Mhm. (What am I doing!? I should be grateful to hiro's new friend for taking good care of him… but instead i'm being jealous and possessive again… I should change the way i think so that hiro won't hate or be scared of me… The hoshi named guy is his new friend, he never had another before so…)
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~ᴀᴛ sᴇɪᴊɪ's ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ~
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Seiji brought me to his place, he cooked lunch for me and it was the most disgusting food I've ever tasted… but he did his best to cook it especially for me so i pretended it was delicious… And he also changed my bandages. I don't know why but I felt a bit of happiness… And oh! That's right… Seiji's a son of a yakuza, his family lives in tokyo while he's renting an apartment here in a small town where his family used to live… I wonder why he didn't go to tokyo with his family back then… His family didn't forced him as well to go with them…
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Seiji: Hey, what are you staring at?
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Hiro: Oh! N-nothin…
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Seiji: Dinner's ready, let's go eat now.
Hiro: What did ya cook for dinner?
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Seiji: Uhm… You're bad at pretending that my cooking was delicious so i found out that my cooking tastes super bad.
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Hiro: Oh come on! It's not that bad…
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Seiji: *sɪɢʜ* You don't need to confront me, I also ate my cooking you know? And it truly tasted bad.
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Hiro: Hehe… he.. he (How come the f**k I'm bad at both pretending and confronting people!?)
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Seiji: Oh, the food I bought was kare raisu.
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Hiro: It's my…
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Seiji: Your favorite, I know.
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Damn this guy, why do I feel like he knows everythin about me? Well… we're childhood friends after all, that explains it… and he's also my enemy!
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Hiro: I'm already full!
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Seiji: *ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs* (SUPER CUUUTE! He ate a lot!)
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Hiro: Oy! What're ya laughin about? What's so funny!?
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Seiji: Nothing, since your done, go and get ready to sleep.
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Hiro: I'll wash the dishes first! (The old hag taught me to at least have a bit of manners when i'm at another people's house so… i should just at least wash this dishes)
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Seiji: No you can't! Just go and prepare to rest! I'll wash it so…
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Hiro: Stop sayin bullshit, yer apartment is freaking dirty and yer saying yer gonna wash the dishes? I bet you don't even clean and just pay for someone to do it for ya. It's true ain't it? That yer attitude and appearance doesn't match yer personality at all, but… The way you move and do things are perfect for yer personality… It's funny *ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs* And oh! The next time ya pay for someone to clean yer apartment, just call me… you'll also have to pay though…
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Seiji: *ʟᴀᴜɢʜ* I'll give you money, no need to clean my apartment. (He truly is suited to be a wife and I bet he'll be the greatest mom… My wife and the mother of my child that is.)
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Hiro: Really!?
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Seiji: Yeah, sure. But in exchange, you'll let me tutor you.
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Hiro: Hell yeah! Let's start tomorrow!
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Seiji: We have class tomorrow
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Hiro: I can't go!
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Seiji: You can, you'll just have to use a jacket to cover up your bruises so that no one would be able to see it
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Hiro: That's a freakin good idea! How come I didn't think about that before!?
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Seiji: And if any teacher saw your bruises, just call for me and i'll handle everything.
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Hiro: Okay! Got it!
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~ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ~
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Seiji: You can sleep in my bed, i'll sleep on the sofa at the living room.
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Hiro: Wait! This is yer place, i'll go sleep on the sofa and you go sleep in yer freakin bed
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Seiji: Look, i know you're tired, just go sleep in my room, you know i won't give up on forcing you to sleep on the bed.
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Hiro: *sɪɪɪɢʜ* Fine fine, whatever. (We could have slept together if only this fuckin bed was a little bit big.)
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Seiji: *ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ* (Why's my bed too small? If only my bed was a bit more big… he'll definitely ask me to sleep together! I'll buy a big bed next time!)
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~ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ~
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Seiji: *ᴘᴇᴇᴋs ᴀᴛ ʜɪʀᴏ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ* (He's finally asleep) *ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ᴅᴏᴏʀ* *ᴄᴀʟʟs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ*
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Man in call: Yes boss?
- Writer
