The first time [Y.Name] met the one known as Getou Suguru was when he was in high school. He was so young back then, enraptured by the charming and beautiful man in front of him.
The butterflies in his stomach and the uncharacteristic beating of his heart with each and every move Getou made. It was sweet; the love [Y.Name] felt for him was sweet and innocent.
Getou was his first love, his most unforgettable person.
A few years later, [Y.Name] wished he wasn't. It would've hurt a lot less.
"Everyone knows that you don't belong here, so come with me [Y.Name]. I'll give you a place to call home."
He was beautiful, even as his hair was soaked by the rain that never seemed to leave [Y.Name]'s side. His hand extended out to [Y.Name]'s kneeling body, a soft smile gracing his face.
"You-..." The words couldn't come out, they were trapped in his throat like the large lump he couldn't seem to swallow. [Y.Name]'s image of Getou shattered.
That kindhearted person who always reached his hand out for others had vanished, and was replaced by the man asking [Y.Name] to follow him now.
And he hated how much he wished to grab that hand and never let go of it again.
That day was the first and last time [Y.Name] shed a tear, filled with the anger, sorrow and betrayal of someone who's been quietly in love with him for countless years.
The showers of rain within himself and flowing through his eyes was relentless. Wiping his face wouldn't dry it.
All [Y.Name] wanted was for Getou to tell him it was okay. For him to smile and tell him this was a nightmare, and he'd wake up to the smell of a delicious breakfast cooked by the one he loved in secret.
