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it started at age four.
he'd run around, like so, and his breath would soon be heavy and jagged. he would press his hand against his chest, against the skin, expecting to hear a quick and thudding heartbeat. instead, he felt nothing. oh, but his lungs would burn and inhale any air it found, and any normal kid would be able to hear their heartbeat in their ears if they ran around that much. but no, nothing. nothing at all.
his papa would buckle him in the carseat and take him to the doctors, holding onto the warm and big hand of his fathers, he would sit on the counter and some pretty nurse with hair that poked up in odd places and curled around her jaw would lift a stethoscope to his heart. and sure, this time you could hear it. but it was faint, hollow-sounding, and very occasional.
perks of having a heart defect.
she would leaf through different sheets of paper, and push up her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose, and she would repeat the news. every time, she would say it. even if yuichiro and his family already knew it. his heartbeat was too slow, and often, too often, that meant no participation at the phys ed classes at school, no sports, and frequent trips to the hospital and a constant tease from his class mates.
but it only got worse from there.
in school, he had few friends. friends you could count the number on your fingers. maybe the best was a girl who was only up to yuichiro's mid torso. petite, complete with porcelain skin and hazy golden-brown eyes, and your standard school uniform. yuichiro teased her that her skirt hiked up her thighs too far, and her uniform shirt was too baggy for the fact she had no breasts. she was snarky, but she was more of a tease than yuichiro ever was. with her was mitsuba, taller than shinoa but not by much. she had thick and glossy blonde hair that was parted in pigtails. she had violet eyes that would never look you in the eyes, and her face was a constant pink and red, for she blushed alot. she also cried alot, too. but she carried alot on her shoulders. kimizuki, who always adjusted his glasses and looked for a reason to be mad, he and yuichiro had gotten into some brawls before, but he was handy and smart. and then you had yoichi, soft brown hair that framed his face and matched his clover-colored eyes, which were similar to yuichiro's, he was skinny as a reed, but he was cute and small. and kind. everyone knew that about him, he had no pride but he did have some kind of adorable aspect to him. they were good friends regardless.

but something was missing.

[ gonnaa stop there! hope u enjoyed. gayness is soon to come, trust me. thanks for reading ! :^) i appreciate it!

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