albinism | bl | lookism

Act 3

Associationism: (psychology) a theory that association is the basic principle of mental activity

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| Ep. 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14 [ original ] |
| Ep. 3 |

"A get-together?"

Daniel nodded, biting his lower lip in nervousness. He was hoping his albino friend would agree to come. He had never gone to any kind of gathering before.

He would always be alone in their home doing whatever to pass the time. "Yeah, they invited me." He pointed at the trio behind him. Doo Lee and his gang gulped in nervousness.

They didn't think the friend Daniel was talking about would be that psycho brat! They nervously waved at the white-haired teen. Miho blankly stared at them before brightly beaming, obviously acting as if he hadn't beaten up the goons before.

"Sure, why not? I have nothing better to do anyway."

Daniel's face brightened at the prospect of hanging out with Miho and his 'newfound friends'. "Where do you live? I'll pick you up." Miho shook his head as he picked up his backpack.

"We'll just meet up at the city near Moonbucks."

"I'll see you later, Miho."

"You, too, Daniel!"

Later that evening, Miho stood outside Moonbucks wearing a white long-sleeved polo-shirt with a wingtip collar, a pair of fit red Capri pants, and a pair of simple black converse shoes. On top of his head laid a black with a white stripe fedora.

Random people that passed by him would stop and stare for a few seconds. A few girls were arguing over about who would go and ask to get a picture taken.

He brought out his phone to check the time. "Daniel should be here in a few minutes."

"Um, excuse me?"

Crimson eyes looked up and found a cute girl with twin pigtails standing in front of him. "Yes? Can I do something for you, miss?"

"So polite!"

"Men these days are usually so rude and vulgar."

The girl flushed red in embarrassment. "Can... Can we take a picture?" Miho, not seeing anything wrong with it, agreed. The girl inwardly squealed in success. She was going to have a picture of such a cute guy!

Fortunately for Miho, the girl was a few centimetres shorter than him. The white-haired teen swung his arm around the girl's shoulders and offered a peace sign with his free hand.

He waved the blushing girl a goodbye, her friends fussing over her phone. "Miho! Sorry, I got caught up in something." Daniel stopped beside the shorter boy.

This time, the people did stop and stare at the weird but handsome pair. "Don't worry about it! Hey, can I hold your hand? It's a bit crowded today and I don't really want to get lost." Or get kidnapped.

Daniel, who had just noticed Miho's outfit, blushed. He's... He's so cute! With a flustered expression, he held out his hand to him, the latter grabbing it as the pair walked to their destination.

The random people they passed by would stop and gape at them until their eyes landed on their holding hands. A few girls thought that it was a waste while the others didn't really care.