Dear Diary, {KyouHaba}

Twenty.

   Kyoutani stood under a sakura tree, leaning against it. He had Yahaba's diary tucked under one arm, and roses and chocolate under the other. The exact same amount of flowers as Yahaba had given him, and the same brand of chocolate too. Yahaba jogged over, his hair messy and dark circles under his eyes. Yahaba stood in front of Kyoutani, and looked into Kyoutani's eyes. Kyoutani handed him his diary, and Yahaba looked at it with a look of hatred. He then handed the chocolates and roses over. Yahaba raised an eyebrow, and looked down at everything in his hands. He looked back up to Kyoutani.

   "You know what giving someone 12 red roses means, right?" Yahaba asked. Kyoutani nodded and began to walk off. He stopped when he was right next to Yahaba.

   "If your father ends up kicking you out, feel free to come to my place" Kyoutani turned and pecked Yahaba's cheek before walking off, his own cheeks burning up and his mind running wild. Yahaba stood there under the cherry blossom tree for a few minutes, trying to register what just happened. When it all finally clicked, he fell to his knees and started to cry.

***

   Yahaba sat on the edge of Kyoutani's desk, and Kyoutani looked up.

   "Move, fat ass. I'm trying to finish this damn math sheet" Kyoutani looked back to his page as he lightly punched Yahaba's back. Yahaba rolled his eyes and picked up the sheet, looking it over and chuckling. 

   "You're doing to wrong" Yahaba laughed. "Am not" Kyoutani snatched the paper from Yahaba. Yahaba had to show Kyoutani what he did wrong multiple times before Kyoutani finally understood.

   "Fuck this, and fuck you" Kyoutani mumbled and crumpled the sheet. Yahaba snickered and winked, smirking. The two walked to Yahaba's place and Kyoutani stood on the step while Yahaba went inside and got changed. He heard some shouting, and heard the sound of someone wheeling a suitcase across the floor. Yahaba opened the door, suitcase in tow. Kyoutani grabbed Yahaba's hand and squeezed it. Yahaba's dad watched the two walk off. Kyoutani intertwined their fingers, and the pair walked to Kyoutani's. Yahaba kept his head held high, and Kyoutani pulled Yahaba into the living room.

   "Cry if you need to" Kyoutani said as Yahaba's lip quivered. Yahaba let the tears fall, and pulled Kyoutani into a hug. Kyoutani pat Yahaba's back. The two stayed like that for a long time, and when they finally pulled away, Yahaba wiped his eyes and sniffled. Kyoutani looked directly into Yahaba's brown eyes, his face going red. 

   "Welcome home, Yahaba"