Hiroto came out of the kitchen with a small bowl of peeled peaches and a can of vanilla flavoured ice cream. “I was hungry”, he said. “I skipped dinner.” He walked over to Shou and gave him a light peck on the lips.
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Pon idly opened an eye and yawned. “Ohayou”, he greeted. He snuggled closer to Shou and buried his face on his chest, apparently still unwilling to start the day.
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He comes home to my apartment in the middle of the night, stinking of beer and cigarette smoke. I don’t complain.
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Hiroto glared at Shou like a predator about to pounce on helpless prey. Shou was taller, yes, but Pon was not about to let a simple difference in stature hinder him.
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He didn’t know why they were doing it. As for him, the reason was plain. He does it because he wants it.
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Hiroto had no idea what brought him to Shou’s apartment. He had planned to make the short break as productive as possible and was planning on writing new songs but the gray that curtained the sky depressed him. He went out instead.
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This is where it all begins for the two of them.
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