Rᴇ-ᴄᴀʟʟ °ᵛʰᵒᵖᵉ°└ᵉⁿᵈ┐

Meet again

Today I went to the hospital where I usually check my condition.  I intend to meet him again, the sweet young man I only know his name.

Hobi.

It was a strange name the first time I heard it, but somehow I felt like I liked the name.

'I don't look like a stalker "no?'

Right now I'm sitting in the waiting room, where people wait for their names to be called.  Actually I don't have any schedule for today.

"oh now I really look like a stalker"

But really, I only intended to meet the young man nothing more, and I didn't know if he would come today or not.

And after so long I waited, apparently the young man did not come.  I just found out from a nurse, that today the young man will not come because he does not have any schedule.

Disappointment is now filling my head.

Why do I want to meet that young man, even though we don't know each other.

I finally decided to go home and rest my head which started to throb in pain.  I walked slowly with my head down, not paying attention to my path.

I kept looking down until I accidentally bumped my head with the back of someone standing in front of me.

I fell silent.  'Wait, this smell... I know him!'

'The smell of perfume from that sweet young man.'

I lifted my head, and sure enough, the young man was standing in front of me with his back facing me.

"Um uh..."

My words were cut off when the young man quickly turned around and slammed his body against me.

He hid his face in my chest, his hands clenched tightly into my shirt, I felt his body shaking like he was holding back fear.

Looks like he was really scared, I raised my head, saw so many people gathered in front there.

I saw several nurses who were busy carrying some patients with blood that seemed to fill their bodies.

I think there's just been an accident.  People kept coming with tears on their faces, and I couldn't help but watch.

"He-hey," I stammered when I felt the young man hug me tightly, waking me from my daydream.

"Please, just let me be like this for a moment," the young man's voice sounded hoarse and hoarse, as if he had been crying.

I just nodded, responding to his request, but I think he can tell if I don't mind, because after I nodded my head, the boy's embrace tightened.

We were silent for three minutes before he let go of his arms and looked down in shame.

"Th-thank you and sorry."  He said still with his head down.

"It's okay, I see." My smile widens as he shyly starts to raise his head.

His round, sparkling eyes stared at me shyly, what a sweet young man.

"My name is Hobi,"

"I already know."  I say slowly

He lifted his head, his eyes wide, looked at me suspiciously, as if asking how I knew his name.

"This is the second time we've met, and I still remember your name."  I answered quickly, I don't want him to think I'm a weirdo who's been stalking him all this time.

"O-oh," He smiled stiffly.

"Hobi-ssi, can we be friends?"  I asked hesitantly, my hand rubbing the nape of my neck in a stiff motion.

'Do I look weird?'

'Why is he just keeping quiet?'

"Of course."  He replied after I put on a confused face, which I guess was clearly visible on my face.

The last words that slipped from his cherry lips, made me feel like I was the luckiest man in this
world.

Maybe I sound crazy.  But I think, I fell in love with this sweet young man.

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TBC

(Let's just say that now Hobi looks like this)