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YOUR CRIES loudly echoed throughout the hospital hallways, "No! No! Dad! I don't wanna go back to mom! Cancer isn't that big of a deal! Y-You can beat it and come home! I know you can! Dad! I'll make you a cup of coffee again if you come home-"
"It's after visiting hours, kid. You've gotta go home-" the woman abruptly shut up when your arm shot up and smacked her in the face in the midst of your struggle. She adjusted her hold on you and kept attempting to drag you away as you tried running back to your dad's hospital room.
"No! I wanna stay with dad! Mom's probably drunk again and I'm worried about dad! Let me go-"
"She's not lying. My mom is in a similar situation. She's really sick." a boy your age stood across the hall from you, having stepped out from around the corner, his eyes were dyed red with tears and tiredly drooped. "They won't let you come back until tomorrow."
"A-ah! Sousuke! I thought you went home-" the lady stuttered, loosening her hold on you.
"I was exploring since you nurses won't let me in mom's room." He mumbled, his shaggy black hair following as he blankly tilted his head, his expression emotionless. "You, with the [eye color] eyes. What's your name?"
You shook the nurse off, deciding this boy would be a good distraction from your dilemma. You held out your hand for a handshake, "Hi, I'm [Name]. But you can call me [N/n]!" You gave him a weak grin, trying to forget about your father for the time being.
He stared at your hand, making no move to take it before returning his gaze to your face. "... Hello, I'm Sousuke... How old are you-"
"I'm eight!"
"... Me too."
"Hey! Now that we're friends, I'm gonna give you a nickname!" he looked puzzled, his brows furrowing at your declaration. "From now on I'm calling you Cupid! Because I think you'd look good in pink!"
"..." he let a small smile tug at the corner of his lips as he finally reached up, taking your hand. "Call me Cupid then. It's nice to meet you, [N/n]."
