𖥸ᭃ Probιᥒg ˎˊ˗

꒰4: Bᥱmᥙsᥱd꒱

Third Person P.O.V.
Hiroji silently scanned the living room, his eyes trailing to every single corner. Please help this young man, as he cannot calm down for fuck's sake. He was sitting in Hiroshi's couch. Her couch. Where she sits. He could practically smell and sense her aura around it. Wait, that sounded weird. Anyways, the living room felt cozy, there were barely any pictures, with the exception of two, tucked up in a high shelf. Hiroji couldn't see the other photo clearly, as it was filled with dust, implying it hasn't been acknowledged nor cleaned in a long time. The carpets were big, and the shade was a light blue, with white stripes. There was a small coffee table in front of him, with a small plant. Overall, it looked like a normal living room. Hiroji took off his backpack and placed it to the side, Hiroshi was in the kitchen, preparing some snacks, so he can check out the room more closely. He just had to be careful. There were numerous vases present, and he didn't want to accidentally break it. He would literally cry. And Hiroshi would be angry, and kick him out.

Hiroji sat up from the couch, as he stared at a few souvenirs and decoratives. His eyes then landed on the top shelf again. He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't short either. Last time he checked, he was 5'6, Tsukasa being taller than him by just a centimeter. He could reach the shelf with no problem, but in Hiroshi's point of view, things are much more difficult, as she is shorter. He reached for the photoframe, and gently held it. It was all dusty and dirty, something that definitely didn't seem like a good fit with the rest of the living room furniture. He looked up and saw a picture with Hiroshi, and two other people. He reached for it as well, and stared at it with a soft gaze. They seemed to be in an amusement park. Hiroshi was in the middle, she wore a tired and uninterested expression, but she wore a mickey mouse headband. Which Hiroji thought was adorable. the one on her right was a boy, who was pretty tall. He had black hair, and blue eyes, he was holding cotton candy, and his hand was on Hiroshi's shoulder. Hiroji furrowed his eyebrows. Does Hiroshi have a boyfriend already..? Maybe. Hiroji knew it. He couldn't stand a chance. He was a nobody. A loser. Not only that, but the ravenette beside her looked handsome. A pretty boy. Hiroji sighs deeply, as his eyes landed on a purple haired girl, she had red eyes, and she wore a big smile. She also wore a mickey mouse headband. That's when it clicked. These were the two he saw with Hiroshi on a cafe. Maybe they were her friends? Childhood friends? Possibly relatives? Though he doubted the last one. He then placed the photoframe back up on the shelf, and focused all of his attention on the one he was holding. He made his way to the couch, and opened it. He grabbed some wet tissue, and spread it around the photo frame, and his eyes slightly went wide. There were three people, a little girl in the middle, with light blue hair, and eyes to match, she was wearing a formal attire. Hiroji assumed the girl was Hiroshi. She looked adorable as a kid. She really did.

On her left, was a man Hiroji assumed to be on his 30's or 40's. He looked handsome, with white hair and blue eyes. he was also wearing a suit. Hiroji had figured this was her dad, since they looked very similar. On her right, was a woman, who also looked like she was on her 30's or 40's. She has light blue hair and black eyes. This is most likely her mom, she looks exactly like Hiroshi. Except with longer hair.

"Uehara-kun?"

Hiroji's eyes widen as he stared at Hiroshi, who was holding a tray filled with snacks.

"I..uh..um.."

Hiroshi then quietly placed the tray down on the coffee table, as Hiroji stood up from the couch. She then turned her head towards him with a blank expression.

"Oh, thanks." Hiroshi states as she snatched the photo frame away from the pink haired male's hands. "I forgot to throw this away. I'll be right back, okay?" Hiroji didn't really know what do, or say, but he just silently nodded.