Call Out My Name | UshiOi

2.

Tooru stared at himself in the mirror. He felt professional for once. He was wearing a white button down shirt with tight black dress pants. He didn't feel the need to wear a blazer since it was a booming 97° outside. He put on his glasses and styled his hair.

That should be good to go, right? He thought to himself as he did a 360 spin in the mirror. He sighed and grabbed his brief case (containing documents, resumés, and anything else he thought he might need for good luck.) and headed out the door.

He walked down the stairs of his apartment and looked around the streets. It was full of overworked business men, crying children, and school girls and boys who were late for their first class.

Tooru would say that he hated all of the busy noise of the city, but truth be told, he enjoyed it. The city felt alive, it didn't feel like a isolated farm house on the country side (which he grew up on for the first half of his life)

Tooru got in his car and began to drive down the street and set the GPS up on his phone. He knew Shiratorizawa wasn't a far driving distance from him, so he didn't mind all of the late morning rush hour traffic.

He sat in his car, and let out another pitiful sigh. He couldn't believe that this was his new life. He felt a new type of anxiety forming in his chest. Getting a proper job? One that pays well at that? He can't screw this up.

He knew he fucked up when he ran away from home to pursue his life with Hajime at the age of 17. He knew he fucked up when he dropped out of high school so he could be with the latter and support his poor choices.

He should have ran, and he should have never looked back.

He messed up his own life, he let his life be ruined. And for what? An abusive boyfriend who just craved power over him? And he stayed with him for 5 years?

He should have listened to his friends and family when they told him Hajime was a bad guy. But he didn't, he was blinded by love. If you could even call it that. He didn't even know what it was he felt for Hajime back then.

Maybe it came from a sense of loneliness? He met Hajime when he was in a bad mental place. Numerous suicide attempts, visits to the therapist, hell he was even put on suicide watch.

Tooru thought back to that cold and dark time he met Hajime. A cold winter day at Seijoh, boy he would never forget it.

Tooru sat on the cold bleachers during gym class. He wanted some peace and quiet, Takahiro understood and decided to let him have his way. So he went and played some volleyball with the other classmates.

Tooru sighed as he sat there, watching everyone socialize and just be active. His social anxiety was weighing down on him again. He just wanted to crawl into a small space and disappear. He just wanted to runaway.

I mean, who would miss him right? He came out to his family, and they immediately started treating him differently. They treated him as a disgrace. He was no longer the son they wanted and were proud of, but the son they wish they could forget.

He knew their views of him changed, and he hated it. So fucking much, he wanted to be happy being him. Not being a fake. They forced him to go on dates with girls that he didn't even care for. He wanted a man, one who would take him away from his life, and start a new one with him.

He just wanted out.

"Hey, what're you sittin here lookin all moody for?" A rough voiced asked.

Tooru felt his heart beat go faster. He didn't want to cause a fight. He had done nothing to provoke a right anyways. So what did this guy want anyways?