GENYA POV:
I was moving, I didn't wanna. I was gonna miss my friends too much. But I had to..
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So, as I left I couldn't forget to say goodbye to Mui. Since he didn't live far, I walked to his house. When I walked to his house he happened to be outside with Yuichiro.
"Hey, Mui!!"
"Oh! Hi, Genya!"
"It gotta go."
"For? Oh." He said, as he realized I was leaving for good(not for good)
"Hey, come here. I'm sorry."
He ran up to me and hugged me, I hugged him back.
Sanemi yelled,
"Genya! Get you ass back here!"
I kissed him on the lips and hugged him one last time
"U-Uh- G-Genya!" He said, reaching for me
"Maybe I'll come back someday."
"You better-" he said, embarrassed
So, then, I left. I got in the car and waved bye to him, him waving back. As I left I started to cry a tad bit.
"Aw, come on Genya, your not THAT sad are ya?!"
"I'm gonna miss my friends, and mostly Muichiro."
"He's just some guy."
"But that GUY is who I love. You just can't experience love anymore cause Kanae died."
I may made Sanemi REALLYYY pissed just then, and you know DAMN well I did ohh shit.
"What did you just say?!" he looked REAL pissed. When I say pissed I mean PISSED.
"N-Nothing.." I tried acting not scared?..
"Ever bring her up again I will be at your ass."
"Oh?"
"Yeah." He started messing with me a bit.
"Well, okay.. you cant beat me up though."
"I can." He said, a messing tone.
"You can't."
We started messing with each other more and more.
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It was about a few weeks later, I really missed Mui. Sadly he had his phone taken so I couldn't get in contact with him. Kinda boring here now too. It sucks. I hate it so much.
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Lovely Boy (GenMui + Kny modern au)
FantasyA boy named Muichiro had met a boy named Genya and really liked him. (Silly headcanons, Muichiro has long hair BUT he dyed it with teal on the bottom. Sooner or later Genya may or may not find out that he's non-binary, it's one of my headcanons but...
