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Haruka aimlessly walked Roppongi's streets with his head down. Was he still there or at another district of Tokyo? He didn't know or care. He had enough. He had enough of Kanata letting him feel how much of a garbage he was - every single day. The nonstop humiliation, disguised as love made him sick and lack motivation. The desire to stand up on stage and made the band win started to fade as well. Why would they need him if Kanata was capable of doing anything? Eventually, Kanata playing bass or guitar - it was just the same. Practicing over and over felt pointless.
Haruka's hands were trembling, tears streaming down his face. He reached a park and sat down on the closest bench. Checking his phone, he noticed missed calls from Kanata and other messages from his twin, then a familiar, profil picture - a bowl of rice. A single message.
Tsubaki Yamato: Hey, Nijou. Why didn't you came today?
Haruka bit his bottom lip. Well. He let down Tsubaki, too. He truly was trash.
h: My twin.
That was it. His fingers trembled over the keyboard.
Tsubaki Yamato: What happened?
Haruka's heart was beating in his throat. He wasn't sure if he could tell it. What if Tsubaki thinks that Kanata was right?
h: Long story.
Tsubaki Yamato is calling you.
Haruka gulped and picked up the phone.
"I'm garbage", he begun without greeting.
He could hear as Tsubaki took a deep breath. In the background, a car was speeding up. It gave Haruka a jump.
"Where are you?"
"I don't know", he whispered, trying to choke back crying. He was weak.
"Send me the address and I'll get you."
"No need", Haruka snapped. A group of salaryman passed by him, giggling loudly and smelling of sake. "Or I don't know."
"I'll put it down. Send me the address", Tsubaki asked. "And Nijou?"
Haruka hummed and embraced himself with his free arm.
"You're not garbage."
And this sentence meant him Everything.