~16~

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~Nagito~

Morning came sooner then I wanted it to. Luckily it was Saturday, meaning no school for two days. When I wandered into the kitchen, Hinata-kun sat there eating some toast with a class of orange juice.

"Hey Hinata-kun!" I spoke cheerfully, walking up to the brunette.

"Hi! So, what did Fuyuhiko talk to you about the other day?" He replied, acting as if he didn't know.

"I know you saw. I over heard you and Izuru the other day." His bright face dropped into a neutral look.

"Oh. So are you gonna go see your boyfriend?" He asked, taking a sip of oj from his cup.

"Fuyuhiko isn't my boyfriend. I don't like him like that. And I pushed him away. After that he walked away." I tried to explain without going into too much detail.

"Cool. Whatever." He replied, not even batting a eyelash.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Nope! Just tired!" He returned to his normal cheery self, gulping down his breakfast. Soon hurrying out of the kitchen. I could tell he locked himself in his room because his room is just off center of the staircase.

( I feel like I need to draw a house map thingy of Hajime and Izuru's house )

I sighed to myself before heading out the front door. I didn't really know where I was heading, but j just wanted to walk around.

I soon found myself at Fuyuhiko's doorstep. I took a deep breath and kicked on the door.

"I've told you already Peko I don't want to talk!" I heard the baby faced gangsta shout, swinging open the doors. His stern face softened when he realised it was me and not Peko.

"Um... Hey." I replied with an awkward wave, "I just, wanted to say sorry for over reacting the other day." I apologized.

"It's fine. It's me in the wrong here, not you." He replied, avoiding eye contact.

"So... Do you want to grab a drink at the cafe close by?" He asked. I smiled and nodded, "Sure! But we're going as friends, k?"

"Yeah, of course. If you want we can invite others." He replied pulling out his phone from his pocket. "I don't mind."

~Hajime~

I closed my bedroom door and then I sat down on my bed. I heard the front door squeak open and shut. A little later I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in." I muttered, expecting Komaeda, but it was my red eyed brother.

"What's up with you? Is it your time of the month or?"

"I'm not a girl." I replied as he sat down next to me.

"Well you're acting like a jealous girlfriend. I think people refer to that as being a tsundere?" Izuru pointed out. I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I'm not acting like a tsundere."

"Why are you so upset over a kiss?" He asked, not wanting to argue about it.

"I already said I don't know."

"Do you like Nagito?"

"Yeah, he's a really good friend."

"I mean do you like him more then a friend?" He reworded his sentence. I went to reply, but I couldn't for some reason.

"That explains it. You're upset about the kiss because you have feelings for Nagito."

"Even if I did, he wouldn't like me back. No one ever does." I replied as tears started to surface.

"You're wrong." He replied almost instantly.

"Then who!? No one ever loves the workaholic, ordinary, bor-" My words got cut off by a pair of lips. My eyes widen and look into Izuru's red ones. He pulled away before replying, "Me. I love you."

My words where stuck in my throat and my face was a dark shade of red. "B-but you're my b-brother."

"So? Incest is wincest. Anyway. I'm going to cook breakfast for myself." With that, Izuru left my room.

"W-what!?" I stuttered, still trying to understand what just happened. I quickly threw on my normal clothes and decided to head out. I called up some friends and we all agreed on going to a new cafe that had opened up.

I smiled at the thought of forgetting about the drama and just hanging out with some friends. I headed out if my house, informing Izuru on the way that I was heading out.

After a few minutes of waiting, Sonia's car pulled up to my house. I opened the car door and sat in the car. I closed the door and put on my seatbelt.

It was only Sonia, Chiaki, her friend Mikan and myself. We did invite Gundam, but apparently he was on a date with someone. It was fun talking to them, despite me being the only guy.

When we entered the cafe, the first thing I saw was Fuyuhiko and Komaeda talking to each other. Fuyuhiko had a pink hue pasted on his face.

I felt rage coursing through me. I was curious until Izuru's words sprung into my head, 'You're upset about the kiss because you have feelings for Nagito'

"Hey, it's Komaeda and Fuyuhiko... I think." Chiaki muttered softly and quietly.

"Y-yeah. I-i-it is them. S-sho-should we sot w-with them?" The purple haired girl stuttered shyly.

"I think they are on a date. We best not disturb them." The princess replied taking a seat in one of the booths. I nodded and sat next to her. Chiaki sat in front of me and Mikan sat opposite to Sonia.

They continued to talk about things, but all I did was watch Komaeda and Fuyuhiko talking.

"Are you alright Hinata? You seem to be spacing out quite often. Is there something on your mind?" Sonia asked, snapping me out of my thought train.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay. There's just a lot going on is all." I replied, taking a glance at the two males.

"He's hiding something.... I think." Chiaki interrupted, "I'll go ask Komaeda. He might know." She got up and started walking over. I went to stop her, but she was just out of my reach. I sighed in defeat and rested my head on the table.

Mom: Uh... Why aren't you asleep!? It's almost 1 in the morning!
Me: I honestly have no idea.
Mom: What are you even doing on your phone!?
Me: Writing...
Mom: Writing what? A blog. 'Uh! My mom is SO uncool and always embarrassing! God! I wish she would hurry up and kick the bucket. She also keeps getting angry for me spelling mom wrong!'
Me: I spell it right! Mom is spelt M-o-m.
Mom: We don't live in America! Deal with it and stop writing mom like that. It's M-u-m! Go to bed as soon as you're finished.
Me: Yeah, whatever.

Is it sad that I just had that convocation with my mom barley 10 mins ago?

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