Here With You

Astronomy

There he was once again. Koutarou Bokuto alone in his empty house. Ever since his father left, his mother barried herself in her work and alcohol... mostly alcohol. His older sisters moved out years ago, one still in collage, one with her own family. He had called his mother, hoping that maybe she'd pick up.

But like usual

She hadn't.

He waited until it went to voice-mail to hang up. He threw his phone on his bed, starring at the ceiling.

"Happy birthday, dear son. I'm sorry I couldn't come home tonight, work got busy but I promise that I'll spend the weekend with you, Koutarou. I love you, goodnight." Bokuto tried to say in his mothers voice, but he knew thats something she'd never say but he so wished she would.

He wanted to cry, but wouldn't.

"Come on, Koutarou. Don't be such a big baby about this." He told himself, putting on a fake smile to try and convince himself that he was happy.

"I have a good life. I'm okay, I'm fine. No need to cry."

He sat silent for a moment, listening to the clock tik and his thoughts race.

He flet his eyes sting, watching as the clock stroke 11 pm.

"Don't cry." He told himself in a whisper.

More silence followed. He heard a noise from downstairs. He excitedly got up from his chair.

"Hello? Mom? Are you home!" He shouted, his smile bright in hope that maybe his mother was home. Silence followed again.

"... Mom?" He shouted again, but still no answer. His smile fell, realizing that the sound was only the air conditioning coming on in his home.

He than plopped back down in his chair. Sat in silence once again.

"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry." He repeated, leaning his head back to keep tears from spilling out. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"You're fine, Koutarou. You have no reason to cry."

Once he shut his eyes again, tears spilled out. He whipped them away, soon more ran down his cheeks.

"Stop crying. Just... stop." He told himself, leaning forward and resting his eyes in his hands, giving up.

He held his face and let out quiet sobs of defeat. He sat like that for so long, not even looking up the whole time.

"Damn it." He said, whipping his stuffy nose.

He slipped his running shoes and jacket on, leaving his empty house.

He had no clue where he was going, but he did whatever he could do to get the hell out of that damn house.

He walked for long, taking his phone out and seeing it turn 12:30.

He had no control over his feet, but they did take him to a house. A house in which he's had so many good memories.

Keiji Akaashi's house.

He took a small pebble laying on the road and threw it at his window, hoping it would wake him up.

He waited for a minute, but no response. He picked up another one and threw it. He repeated this action four or five times before Akaashi opened the window.

"Bokuto? What the hell are you doing here so late?" Akaashi asked, rubbing his eyes.

Bokuto hadn't smiled, so Akaashi knew something was wrong. He starred at him for a minute, before opening his window wider.