ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

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   His hands gripped the ends of the tarp with a determined expression. If there was a vehicle under this tarp, they'd be set to make another supply run. They'd been running dangerously low on food lately, and it wasn't helping the sour moods of everyone in the cabin.
   He pulled the tarp away with a grunt of effort, only to be met with a ton of spare car parts, and he hung his head with a sigh.
  "Fuck," he muttered under his breath in disappointment. He'd been hoping to find another vehicle in this fucking garage.
  He'd been clearing away junk for the last couple of hours after he'd shovelled the driveway. There were at least two feet of snow on the ground, and he was thankful that Anna had managed to find some winter jackets while she'd been searching the basement for extra supplies. He would have been freezing otherwise. The temperatures outside had only plummeted since they'd arrived at the cabin, and it wasn't going to get better anytime soon.
  "Need a hand?" He turned to meet amber eyes, his hands shoved deeply in the bomber jacket Anna had found for him.
  "Yeah," he sighed. "I was really hoping to find another car. It's just a bunch of junk."
  The blond hummed, stepping into the garage as his gaze travelled around the various junk lying around the floor. His eyes landed on the car parts before his brows furrowed. He approached to have a closer look before his face broke into a wide grin.
  "This isn't just junk, Tosh," he chuckled, meeting the tired male's gaze. "They're extra parts for a truck."
  Hitoshi tilted his head. "How can you tell?" He asked curiously, and the engineer snorted.
  "Dude," he laughed, hanging his head. "I wasn't just an electrical engineer. I started with mechanics. I built my motorbike from scratch when I was in my last year of high school."
  The taller male tilted his head in amusement. "Seriously?" He laughed, and the blond nodded.
  "You bet."
  "Why?" The tired male chuckled, and the engineer shrugged, getting to his feet.
  "Because the day I rolled up on my bike, the girls at school lost their minds." He replied, and Hitoshi hung his head through his laughter.
  "Effective," the tired male commented. "Was that your way of tryna find a girlfriend?"
  The shorter male snorted. "Hell no," he laughed, meeting tired eyes. "I already had a girlfriend." He added with a shrug. "Those chick's faces when Kyo walked over to grab my spare helmet were great. She wanted to see just how pissed off the other girls could get."
  Hitoshi hummed in amusement. "You had a girlfriend?" He asked sceptically.
  "Yeah," the blond chuckled, shoving his hands in his jacket. "We went to different colleges when we graduated high school and we kinda just drifted apart." He met the tired male's gaze fondly, crooking his head. "You ever heard of the singer Earphone Jack?"
  Hitoshi's eyes widened. "Well yeah, who hasn't?"
  Denki grinned. "That was my girl," he said fondly, and tired eyes widened in disbelief. "Before she went big time anyway." He added awkwardly, averting his gaze. "When everything started, my first thought was to make sure she was okay."
  The taller male's face dropped knowingly. "She didn't answer you, did she?"
  The blond hung his head with a sigh. "She was on tour when everything first started, so no. She didn't answer me, and when I did get the chance to talk to her again, it was only for a minute before the phone lines went out."
  "Shit," the tired male uttered quietly.
  "She reminds me of Kyo," the engineer added with a soft huff of laughter, flicking his head back towards the cabin. "She always has ever since we met."
  Hitoshi's gaze softened. "How come?" He had to ask, he couldn't help it.
  The blond shrugged. "I dunno," he sighed, shifting his weight. "There's just something about her that reminds me of Kyoka," he chuckled. "Maybe it's the sparkle in her eyes, or even that fire when she's pissed. Seeing her so mad about her guitar being stolen reminded me of the one time someone stole Kyo's guitar the day before her first gig."
  The tired male couldn't help but laugh. "She loved that guitar," he commented knowingly, and the engineer nodded.
  "I know," he sighed. "The first time I played music in the mall was when you guys first arrived. I just wanted to see how she'd react through the cameras." He admitted softly, averting his gaze with tinted cheeks. "It was kinda cute when she started dancing."
  Hitoshi's gaze softened. "That woman loves music." He admitted fondly, his gaze flickering to the cabin to watch her pass in one of the many windows.
  "She loves you too, Tosh," the blond uttered, catching his gaze. "I can see it with the way she looks at you."
  The tired male shook his head fondly. "She loves you more, idiot. Her need to take care of you ever since you got injured is proof of that. I couldn't get her to stop crying for shit after the accident. She wouldn't listen to me either."
  The engineer sighed. "I'm not made of glass, Tosh."
  "And she knows that, Blondie," the taller male hummed. "She's just worried about you, ya know. You almost died."
  "Still, she doesn't know how it..." the blond murmured, trailing off as he averted his gaze. He shook his head after a beat with a sigh. "Nevermind," he muttered, turning on his heel, and Hitoshi tilted his head in confusion. "C'mon. If there's spare parts, there's gotta be a truck around here somewhere."
  To say the tired male was confused was putting it lightly as he followed after the engineer. What the hell was that about?