Male Character x Male Reader One-Shots

Kohinata Hozumi (Prince of Stride)

[Warning] might be triggering; sickness; depression.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house

That don't bother me

I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out

I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while

Even though going on with you gone still upsets me

There are days every now and again I pretend I'm OK

But that's not what gets me

Should it have been someone else, the song might not have meant much.

Perhaps the song would only mean just that. A song. A song that someone created for various reasons, but mainly for someone to listen to it.

[l/n] [m/n] was listening to it.

That song.

It didn't necessarily mean anything to him. He was not even a fan of the singer or the composer. He might be fond of the genre, yeah, but not the song entirely.

So why was he listening to it for the longest time?

Why is the song on repeat for almost three weeks already?

He knew the answer.

He had always known why.

His phone was the only thing alight in the dark room. The place was a simple, nearly run down apartment. It was the only thing [l/n] can afford. It was convenient enough to survive. It had a bedroom, a small kitchen and a living room.

If it can be called that, anyway.

The place was a mess. The lights were turned off. The kitchen sink was filled with plates and utensils unwashed for several days. Clothes were strewn across the floor, abandoned  and unattended.

His dull [e/c] eyes scanned the contents on his phone. He scrolled the contents of his phone, stopping at an old picture that was taken months ago.

The image in the picture was slightly blurred, from what [l/n] could recall was because of the shaking of their arms from laughing and breathing heavily from running.

There was a young blond guy, with bright blue eyes that [l/n] believed he had not seen any kind of light brighter than those eyes.

His name is Kohinata Hozumi. A member of both the Shogi club and the Stride club. [l/n] [m/n] was on the same year as him, and could even be considered close friends with him.

That's what they were.

Friends.

Yes.

They were just friends since the first time they met.

"Hi! We're in the same class, so we should become friends!"

[l/n] looked up at the energetic blond who had approached his seat.

"... How is being in the same class count us as friends already?" he replied, obviously not really interested.

"Huh? Doesn't it already become default by then?" the blond answered.

"Default?"

"I mean, we are in the same class so we will see each other often in school and then eat at the same time and go home together and probably have club activities, too! Sorry, I rambled," and the blond paused for a moment. "Nevertheless, isn't that what friends would do?!"