𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 | 𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌 |

𝐗𝐕

tacenda
(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

• Fifteen •

| Seiko's POV

Saturday is supposed to be a relaxing day. Instead, I'm laying here on Hiro's bed since he hasn't returned yet and Zuko kicked me out of his room.

My wounds have been wrapped in bandages while I was sleeping and I didn't know how to feel since the tape that carefully kept my penis tucked was removed and I have been cleaned thoroughly.

Whoever took care of me was an expert in their own rights because I genuinely didn't feel a thing. I was currently wearing Hiro's shirt with no undergarments on and I felt so exposed.

I was waiting for my clothes to dry so I could leave but it was taking longer than usual.

I decided to remove my hair extensions too so I was looking like a boy today. I felt so naked.

No makeup. No tape. No hair extensions. No heels. No skirts.

What is there to live for?

I stood up and started walking around Hiro's room, looking at all of his belongings. He didn't decorate his room at all. There was only one picture of him and Zuko standing side by side with a soccer trophy in their hands. Then, there was one picture with him and Micah at the beach. The little omega was sitting behind a built sand castle with a bright smile on his face.

"Aww," I stared at the picture a little longer and admired his smile. It was genuine.

I could tell Hiro cared for his brothers and it was really cute despite his poor personality.

As I took a peek into his closet, I noticed that there was a box hiding underneath his neatly folded pants. It's wrong to snoop through people's belongings but I was really bored.

I carefully slid the box from underneath and slowly took the lid off, revealing pictures.

There were pictures of him and this other boy but they looked much younger. The boy was short... and chubby and had brown hair that matched mine.

He was the exact replica of me.

"No, this..this can't be the same Hiro," my heart started racing and I picked up another picture and examined it.

In this picture, the chubby boy was drawing a picture of a tree with a reddened nose and puffy eyes but no one else was present. I'm guessing Hiro took this picture.

I dropped the pictures back into the box and slowly stood up as I attempted to calm my breathing.

When I was younger, whenever I would get bullied in my pack, I would run away for a few hours and draw pictures for fun. They were really bad drawings but I didn't care because they were for me.

Until I came across a sleeping boy but if that boy that I met when I was young is Hiro then he looked completely different compared to now.

How could I forget him?

I figured their names were a mere coincidence.