Regrets and Secrets (EraserMic)

Chapter One

         Hitoshi was laying in bed—almost asleep actually when he remembered. Ah shit, dad gotta sign the field trip form tonight. He rolled his eyes that he forgot that again. He got up and pulled up bus flannel pajama pants as he he walked over to his backpack. He opened it up and grabbed the paper out before making his way quietly down the hall. Oh, dad is still listening to that talk show. I mean I guess this is like his favorite but it's like 11:30. He sighed a bit and went to turn into the kitchen before he stopped a bit. He noticed his dad had his head in his hand and the other hand holding s picture, he couldn't quite see it but his brows furrowed a bit. He heard a sniffle and he slowly walked over, the floor board creaked and quickly the black haired adult sat up and rubbed at his cheeks. He smiled tiredly over at the other.

"Watcha doing up Hitoshi?" He asked, running his hand through his hair before putting the picture into his pocket.

"I just need you to sign this paper, I forgot to ask you earlier dad." He mumbled slowly and moved closer.

"Oh sure, bring over and I'll sign it for ya." He nodded and grabbed a pen.

Hitoshi walks over and sets the paper down slowly, looking around and looking at his dad. He looks tired as hell...he sighed a bit and waited for the paper. Shouta signed it off and hands it back over, along a bit and standing up. He goes over and turned the radio off before stretching.

"Why are you always listening to that radio channel so late?" Hitoshi asked, tilting his head a bit.

"Oh 'cause I like listening to that little talk show they have between those three." Shouta said back.

"Just think it's kinda late 'cause you gotta be up at 5 for work." The teen said, holding his paper.

"I know I know, jeez 'Toshi. I'm fine. Head to bed."

"You too dad."

"Alright."

Hitoshi takes his paper and slowly walked back to his room. He thumbed at the paper softly and bites his lip as he looked around. Before walking into his room he made sure his dad was following him to go to sleep. He sighed a bit as he closed the door and puts the paper away before flopping on his bed. Dad was crying just now, right? I'm not making that up...and he was holding something. He rolled over and pushed his hand through his purple hair. He was holding something...—a picture...and crying. But, damn. I can't just ask him about it, he won't even bother to answer. He blinked a few times and rolled onto his back, sighing. He looked at the wall and cuddled up in his blankets. Wonder who the picture was of...dad never talks about my mom. I wish I knew her... he laid back and messed with his hands a bit before slowly closing his eyes.
        In the morning his alarm started to beep loudly and he groaned tiredly, rolling over and hitting at the clock. He rubbed at his eyes and looked around before he stood up and got dressed. He yawned as pushed on a purple hoodie and walks out to the kitchen, watching his dad cook some eggs and bacon on a pan. He blinked a few times and glanced over at the drawer were the older one his away that picture. Hm, a drawer with a lock—of course. Every time I think I'm gonna get see my mom or something about, my dad he hides it away. He sits on a chair.

"Morning 'Toshi." Shouta said and walked over and grabbed a plate down.

"Morning dad, how did you sleep?" Hitoshi asked, he knew perfectly well his dad had sleeping problems way worse than he did but he wanted to ask.

"It was alright, nothing good or bad. what about you?"

"Same..."

"Is something wrong?" His dad asked and sets a plate in front of the boy.

"Umm, no. No actually. I'm okay, just thinking—thinking and tired."

"Alright well, I gotta get ready for work. Have a good day at school today, stay safe."

"I know dad."

"I love you."

"I love you too, have a good day at work."

After Hitoshi finished his breakfast he grabbed his already packed lunch from the refrigerator then his book bag. He tossed it on to his shoulder and walked out of the apartment, waving a bit before he left and closed up the door tightly. He walked down the steps and started his way to school, kicking at a few stones and such. I wish he would just tell me about her...I'm 16 and I don't even know her name. He sighed a little and looked down on the ground, slouching over a bit. Once he got to the school grounds he was met with that super energetic blonde.

"Hey Denki." Hitoshi said.

"Sup 'Toshi! Why ya looking so blue—well more purple?" Denki gave that super bright grin when he made the joke.

"Just my dad I guess..." he shrugged and looked at his friend.

"What about him? I think he's awesome!" The blonde smiled as they walked to the lockers.

"Well yeah he is...it's just-I dunno."

"Oh come On Hitoshi, I'm your best friend. Tell me the shit!"

"Last night I saw him crying in the kitchen with a picture."

"Oh...what was the picture?"

"I dunno, I couldn't see it. He hid it away once he noticed me."

"Dude! That could be your mom! We gotta get that picture!"

"Well the drawer is locked up, it's his drawer where he hides all of his past basically."

"Oh please, locks are easy to get into my dude. I'm coming home after school! You're dad doesn't get home until like 4 ish right?"

"Yeah." Hitoshi nodded as he opened his locker.

"Cool! We're gonna find out who your mom is today." Denki nodded back with a bright smile.