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At this moment all Kojiro wanted to do was to silence this goddam phone and go right back to sleep, whoever said that phones were an invention that would revolutionize the world was wrong, and they hated a good night's sleep as well apparently. All he wanted to do at that moment was to smash that shit into a wall. Until he recognized that call number. Kaoru, shit. That was enough to wake the teen right up.
“Kaoru, are you okay? Why are you calling me at 1:46 A.M?” Kojiro was stumbling on the bed covers while trying to put on a shirt at the same time, the late hour having a heavier effect on him than he would have liked.
“Can you pick me up?” he could hear the little sobs of his friend. He was crying. He felt the cold wind of the night, so Kojiro stumbles his way to the closet looking for a jacket.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, on it. Where are you?
“On the skate park”
“Coming. Stay still okay?”
silence…
“Please come, I need you”
pi.. pi… pi…
Ended call.
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK. What the hell happened for Kauro to make a call like that.
Even faster than before, Kojiro runs out of the house and into his old beaten up motorcycle. Going way past the speed limit he feels the cold late autumn wind on his face like sharp knives on his skin. When he finally gets to the skate park he dropped the bike on the side of the street, going as feast as his legs allowed looking for Kaoru, which became a very simple question once he heard the sobs and hippie cups in the middle of the silent down. slowing down not to scare Kaoru, he approached;
“Kaoru” he was trembling, crying ugly tears, his pink hair was tied up and only wearing a thin shirt
“it’s cold” he carefully placed the jacket over the thinner man’s shoulders
“he left me Koji…”
there was nothing he could say at the moment. So slowly Kojiro helped his friend back to his feet and hugged him. He felt the other boy's tears soaking though his pyjama shirt, while he carefully caressed his beast friends back. “Come on, let's go to my house, you can explain everything to me there.”
Slowly, both got up, Kaoru still trembling, letting Kojiro guide him while casting worried glances at his friend. Now Kojiro gets his bike up to drive the both of them to his house, this time without much haste, hoping that maybe the calm trip would somehow calm his friend at least a little.
already in his house Nanjo guided him to his room, sited him in his bed and put a heavy blanket on his shoulders to warm the boy.
He was beautiful. melancholically, beautiful- damn it.
Kojiro looked at him, still in the somber silence of the night, looked at his cheeks that were slightly red because of the cold, to his small pout, which he always did when he was upset, and then to his eyes. Kaoru was looking at his wrist, where the bracelet Shindo gave to him used to stay.
gently, Kojiro touched his hands and the other boy bristled with the sudden warm touch that seemed to take him out of whatever he was thinking about and looked at him for what it seemed to be centuries, but Kojiro knew it was only seconds, before kaoru looked away to his hands one again giving a heavy sigh shrinking his shoulders. “He betrayed me, Koji. I…” sigh “I went there to see him one last time before he moved, but when I got there… " Kaoru's breath became more agitated and Nanjo knew what it meant. a panic attack. he need to make his friend feel grounded again, make sure to avoid the worst so he hugs his friend one more, breaths with his until his calm
“When I got there he…” another sigh, clearly trying to keep himself there. “He was with another guy, and when I confronted him he said that it was fun, but ‘we never existed’” now ugly tears rolled down his face like a waterfall “Oh! Koji, HE SAID THAT WE WERE NOTHING, THAT I WAS FUN. I was nothing to him, Koji. I feel disgusting." he said, shrinking like he could disappear, trembling, crying.
Kojiro could feel his heart aking at each tear that dropped from Kaoru's face and at the same time he could feel his rage growing. Shindo has always been kind of an asshole, that was clear as day for him once the initial amazement faded away, he tried to warn the other boy but his friend wasn't known for being the best listener. So when Kaoru and Shindo started to date it was as if he had short-circuited. He was happy that his friend was with the guy he liked, but he was sad that said guy was Shindo.
no, not sad. He was jealous.
Nanjo could feel his friend's tears wetting his shirt and his fingers tightening around his arms, while he was stroking his hair whispering in his ear that things would be fine. Slowly, he pulled away from the embrace so that he could take a look at his face, look at those eyes.
“look cherry, Shindo was an asshole. he is a prick that can only think about himself and that is never gone find a good person, because if he said that kind of thing about you is because he can’t see that the best thing that will ever happen in his life was right under his nose and he just lost you. but I am here for you. and if you want to punch him to a pulp I’m more than ready to get my bike so you can sterilize him” a small giggle could be heard from Kaoru “but I’ll also be here for you if you prefer to cry about it and eat a shit ton of ice cream. The point is, it doesn't matter what you do, I'll be right next to you. So what is it, castration or movie?”
Kaoru stays quiet for a while, then he looks at his hands and then touches his beautiful pink hair.
“I wanna cut my hair” silence. Kojiro had a surprised expression that rapidly changed to a warm smile. “So hair it is!”
he went running down the stair looking for a a pair of scissors and his mp3 then one in his room again guided Kaoru to the bathroom putting him in front of the mirror, staging behind him, putted a song and started to cut his friend’s long pink hair “why?” that seemed to take Kaoru out of his thoughts
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you decide to cut your hair? I thought you liked”
“I do, but Shindo loved to touch it after we… you know,” he bushed “so it makes me remember that. plus is just hair that is going to grow eventually” he said then looked at Kojiro through the mirror “why do you like it?”
He did, he loved that hair, but he was here for his friend and he wanted to cut his hair so that is what they were going to do.
“you know I’m the one holding the scissors right?”
“you wouldn't dare your gorilla"
“so we are taking risks tonight”
That made them both laugh. That was good. Kaoru was beautiful when he was smiling.
Short hair was very different from Kaoru. The cut was simple.the hair that flowed all the way to his back now barely hit his ears, Kojiro did an undercut leaving his bangs mostly intact and the back shorter. But beautiful nonetheless
“you are going to sleep here, is late and the night is only going to get colder I don't want you getting sick” that was not a question that was an affirmation and Kaoru knew more than anyone else that when he putten an idea on his mind there was nothing that would make him change so he just agreed
Kojiro gave his Kaoru a change of clothes and a towel, and after the shower the two of them were lying in the bed illuminated by the moonlight.
“Thank you for tonight, for picking me up, for calming me down, for cutting my hair. and I'm sorry for making you worried for me” not just tonight staying with Koji was always like this, always being cared for, loved, important.
“As I said I'll always be here for you right by your side, so no need for thank you nor sorry” said the man while taking the hair out of the other person's face.
Then little by little Kaoru was being taken by the tiredness, the day was full of emotions and was already late even if he tried to fight it was a lost cause he knew that. but there was just one more thing that he wanted to ask. “why?” and then lost, Kaoru could feel his eyes closing and his mind drifting so he finally slept.
“because I love you”