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Summary:

Yoshiki in another gay panic and whatnot.

Notes:

originally written / started on Dec 3th 25, expect references here and there as i consumed a lot of medias during the writing ijbol.

Chapter 1: Prologue.

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I was a high school student who was born and raised in a relatively small and old-fashioned village. There were not many residents, but they were absolutely nosy and couldn't keep their mouths shut at once.

Scattered house, surrounded by mountains on every side, the smell of earth gushed up my nose. I could never understand why people would live in Kubitachi, it was like 100 years behind Tokyo. This village couldn’t be any drearier.

No luxurious fashions like seen on television, no souvenir shop where young urban people usually check in, no place to hang out either, but an old shopping mall. Every day was a long and miserable day for me.

Barely any children lived here. No one would want to torture their child like that, obviously.

Speaking of which, only Hikaru and I were high schoolers here who were about the same age. Growing up with him in this village was truly a miracle. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to cope with this dullness.

Having him by my side was wonderful. Indou Hikaru - he was just as bright as the sun. He was my everything, he was the light of my life.

Yet, he once again left me in that lonely darkness, all on my own.

This world was sure cruel for us.

The wonderful times we shared were scattered to ashes along with him, leaving vivid memories from the past that I keep watching like old films whenever I miss him.

Even til our last moment, I still couldn't speak up for myself. But, what if I had?

Maybe not, that was how it was meant to be for both of us.

Seasons passed, the sunflowers withered, and the moon waned. I wonder whether I’d downplay my feelings if I could see him again.

But, we were just friends.

There was nothing between us from the very start, I reckon.

So.

Yeah, that was how it was meant to be for me.