rooftop | kazuhei | short story

cold as blood

...
sitting at the edge of the rooftop once again, was the auburn haired man, eyes not as much dead. kazuha called in sick today so he expected him to not show up.

his glance looked down at his bandage covered arm, smiling as he remembered the crimson eyed helped him replace the rain soaked bandages under his sleeves. he gently caressed his arm after he unwrapped the bandages to let his arm breathe.

he let out a sigh, as he traced each cut, scarred and fresh one by one, he kept tracing them, just like what kazuha did that day. as much as he felt like the world stopped with kaedehara's company, he still can't get the thought of falling in his mind and so he stood up.

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4:49 - friday

dear kazuha,
i thank you for your company for the following week. it's been so long since i felt this type of happiness, it almost feels like i never had until i met you. my sincerest apologies, we could've been the best of friends, but maybe in another universe, in another time, in another world, we are together sitting at the same rooftop, gazing up above the sky. oh how i wished that moment lasted forever.

yours truly,
shikanoin heizou

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..

"kazuha dear, will you please come here for a second!" a motherly voice said, calling out to kazuha. "ah, yes mom!" the boy yelled from another room.

as kazuha reached the kitchen, he saw his mother setting a phone down on the counter. "beidou hasn't been answering my calls for a past few minutes, has she told you anything about going home late?" the mother asked in worry. "i'm sure she's alright don't worry." he replied with a soft smile.

"mother, do you mind if we go to school? something has been bothering me lately and i have a hunch-"

"don't worry kazuha, i'll take you there."
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#5 - 6:00 p.m. friday

the wind whispered to me in a strong gust, how i wished it told me earlier. the only thing recovered from him was a piece of paper for kaedehara kazuha.