Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"

Runaway

3rd Person POV:

"What the hell..." The blond said, starring off towards were Shota ran. "That was soooo wierd! Do you know that man? Hamako said, placing a hand on his shoulder. He abruptly pulled away and ran down the street Shota headed down. "Sho? Sho!" He said, looking around for his friend. After about 10 minutes he sighed and headed back towards were he had left his girlfriend.

"Hey! I was looking for you! Why did you run off like that?!" Hamako scolded, clearly out of breath from searching. "Leave it, Hamako." Hizashi reply bluntly. She huffed a response and crossed her arms. Together they continued their walk to the apartment building, Hamako refusing to talk to Hizashi, and Hizashi not even trying.

He was too deep in his thoughts anyways. "What was he doing here? Why did he run away? Was he not happy to see me?" They got to Hizashi's new apartment and dropped their suitcases. All that was there was small kitchen appliances, an old shaggy couch, and a bed frame without a mattress. Since all of the stuff they couldn't bring with them was being shipped tomorrow, they were forced to use what they had for the night.

The couch was quite small so they both couldn't fit. They both decided that Hamako would sleep on the couch while Hizashi used a sleeping bag on the floor. Hizashi chuckled at this. "What's so funny? Hamako said, raising an eyebrow. Hizashi didn't look up from the sleeping bag. "Oh, nothing. Just reminded me of something."

[The next morning]

Shota's POV:

I woke up to the sound of someone's car-horn outside. My head was throbbing, but I still reached for my nightstand and grabbed the half-empty bottle of vodka. I took a big chug and sloppily tried to place it back on the nightstand. I missed and almost instantly heard the crash and the breaking of glass. When I went to stand up, I accidentally stepped on a piece of broken vodka bottle, resulting in a large cut on the heel of my foot.

I felt the stinging as alcohol seeped into the wound and blood seeped out. Calmly, but annoyed, I looked down at the mess of blood, vodka, and broken glass. "Ugh. It's too early for this shit." When I looked up, I was almost blinded. The black-out curtains that I NEVER opened, were opened, allowing the natural light to pour out into the small apartment.

This was alot for me considering I only ever had one light on and I basically never saw the sun. "I must have opened them when I was drunk." I thought as I closed them. It wasn't like I remembered anything from last night. That was the whole point. To not remember ANYTHING... not even the emotions. Especially not the emotions.

After about 15 minutes, I managed to clean up the mess, including the deep cut in my foot. Most mornings I woke up, went to the bathroom, then went back to sitting/ laying in my bed, but today, I couldn't. I sat down at the table for once and determined opening another bottle of vodka. "Who even gives a damn if I die of alchohol poisoning?" Chuckles slipped past my normally straight face at the thought.

I had alot on my mind. I tried to forget it, but it was hard. "Why was Hizashi out on the street? No. Why is he in Japan? That asshole just decides to come back after all this time? Why the hell is he even here?" My head was spinning, added to the throbbing pain that still remained even after taking advil.

"Maybe I can ask Toshinori or Nemuri..." I hadn't talk to them, or anyone really, in months. Not since school let out. Just as I said that, I heard my phone ringing. It was Nemuri. After the school year, she called every day, making sure I was okay. Eventually it became a weekly/ monthly think though. I immediately picked up.

3rd Person POV:

Shota picked up the phone and placed it to his ear. "Shota?!" Nemuri said, surprised. Shota had NEVER picked up the phone. She didn't even know why she bothered anymore.

[Phone Call] ((Nemuri in Italics, Shota is Bold))

Shota?!

What the hell is going on? *annoyed*

What do you mean-

Why the hell is... Hizashi here? *annoyed*

Oh. Yeah... *nervous laughing* Well... rumor has been going around that he will be working at UA-

WHAT?!?

Hey! Hold on! I'll be talking to Nezu today to confirm if that's true or not. Please calm down.

*huffs*

*sighs* speaking of school-

[End of phone call]

Shota hung up, face palming with his none occupied hand and dropping the one he used to hold the phone. "Damn him."

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