I never thought about Oranges in winter

I Never Thought I Would Be Bathing In A Girls House

I turned the faucet on in the tub and removed my layers of clothes, I used my right arm to pull my thin undershirt off my left arm. looking in the mirror as I washed a bit I traced over my scar. it had been more than a year but I still wasn't used to the huge scar. thinking back to those days I miss how I used to look, I used to go to the gym 5 days a week, I used to be very built, but I could never really lift again with the way my shoulder is. If I had just been less ballsy on the field I could've been playing on college turf, but I let my life go with the flow, and ended up studying in my mom's home city. this whole injury's left me lean and skinny as my muscle on my ex-athletic body slowly deteriorated until I looked more like everyone else. I guess that was a good thing, I'm less of an eyesore here.

The bath was warm, I let my self sink far enough down until the inked part of my left arm was submerged, never would I have thought that I would be here right now, I wonder what Fuko was doing right now while also trying to keep my mind out of the gutter. I never thought he would be seeing an idol either, lab rat and widely renowned idol, I can't wait for the press to get their hands on that.

A voice breaks my silence like a nail chipping into wood. "Hello?" Hana asks after knocking on the door, "shit I didn't lock it" I think to myself staring at the door. I sink my head back to hide my piercings and try my best to hold my arm underwater. "I left a change of clothes on your futon, I'm heading to bed," Hana says with a shy tone to her voice. "goodnight" cringing to myself I should've just said thanks. "y-yea you too Eto-Kun" huh? is everyone here just older than me? I wonder who told her how old I was.

After I had finished my bath I walked back to the guest room, past Hana's room. her door was closed the and the house was silent, the only sound was the wind sometimes gracing the window glass. Staring down Hana's door I try to be quiet as possible, I didn't want her to wake up and see me in just a towel. reaching the guest room I hold the door up as much as possible so it would stop scratching the floor, locking it behind me as I enter the room. I eye my bag moved to the opposite wall of the room and the futon was lying out against the wall. I lean over and see the clothes Hana had left me, A tee shirt and a pair of shorts the kind I use to wear over tights when I'd work out. The shirt didn't cover the tattoo on my arm and ended before the bands of ink around my bicep. I snag my hoodie out of my bag to wear tomorrow morning to counter the possibility of my morning brain forgetting to throw it on. reaching for my phone I get ready for sleep, folding the blanket at the corner and sitting on the futon. I check my phone, Fuko had sent me pictures from the party, the party I had refused to socialize at, the party I stole his crush for the night instead, all I could do was hold my head in my hands and hope I could have the chance to apologize later.

I was prepared to call it a night, tucking myself under the comforter and laying down, staring directly at the ceiling thoughts would cycle through my head, thoughts of the beach, my family back home, football, a lot of things mostly the same, but I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning I started to think about more minor things, the towel in the room I had just left there. it was bothering me, so I got out of bed and threw on the sweatshirt, picking the towel up and making my way to the bathroom at the other end of the hall to throw my towel in the basket nearby, walking past Hana's room again her door was wide open and she had completely vacated the premise.

After throwing the towel in the basket curiosity had got the better of me and I went to go find Hana. quietly walking down the stairs I scan the living area. nothing, moving to the left I make it to the kitchen, and I find the back door open. I slide the door open more to a small backyard and deck and spot Hana sitting on the edge of the deck, tuned out from our world not even noticing me behind her, she was wearing a tee-shirt and long pajamas. it was bitter out, the wind sometimes kicked up only making it colder me in a hoodie was freezing, I couldn't help it, unbuttoning my hoodie and throwing the fleece flannel around her, startling her a bit as she turns around to me starting to lean against the pole near the edge of the deck. "you know you're going to catch a cold sitting out here wearing no layers." I tell her "she looks up at me and softly says "only idiots catch colds" I look at her holding my hand on my left arm trying to cover the inked skin as much as possible. "well I'm an idiot and used to catch colds all the time back home because I wasn't staying warm" trying to reason with her. I couldn't help but smile at how large my fleece was on her, it looked like a cape superman would wear. "Where is home for you, Eto Kun?" Hana asks in a somewhat sleepy voice. "I from the northeastern part of America, but my home doesn't exist, I'm all over the place I guess." I attempt to explain without telling too much. "there has to be somewhere you can call home right?" Hana asks trying to fight my logic. "well people say home is where your family is, and using that logic if Fuko is the only person I consider family then I guess my home is Tokyo". I reply trying to get myself out of this conversation. "What about your mom and dad?" Hana asks, "they're both out of my life, and I will never see either of them again. I reply somewhat shakily, evoking Hana to finally look at me again, and see that I had slid down the pole and was sitting right next to her. I mustn't have realized by I let go of my left arm allowing Hana to see part of my tattoos. "it's getting cold, I'm going to head back inside. I wasn't ready to get asked about my tattoos yet, let alone my family. I let her keep the flannel for the night. I wasn't a monster after all.