Hope's Love

Chapter Two

{SLIGHT TW FOR ST//RVATION THIS CHAPTER}

Tuesday 26th December
10:00am

Leon glances out of his window with poloraid photos taped onto it with messy writing on them as snowflakes flow down from the sky. He swivels his chair over to face his roomate, Ishimaru.

"Yo Taka. Can you help me with this?" He asks, ruffling his hair, yawning. "I've been up all night doing this and I sure could use some help." The baseball star mutters.

Ishimaru glances over, wearing his school uniform, even if it was the holidays, groaning. "What did I say? You need to start doing these kind of things by yourself Kuwata. We're almost 16 and you can't do these things by yourself. So no, I am not helping you."

Kuwata groans, swivelling to his bed with a blanket sewn up with concert shirts and a thick blanket on top. The room was divided into three parts with tape, by Kiyotaka of course. General, where there was normal rooms as the kitchen, frontrolm and bathroom. Taka's Part, practically white with a photo of Ishimaru, Mondo and Chihiro on his bedside table and his part. It sucked, but at least Kiyotaka didn't get his stuff all over his part.

He glances over his shoulder to see if the hall monitor was distracted. He was, trying to play a school test game. The baseball star gets his sparkly, red phone out then texts Makoto.

Popstar lover reject: 'Hey Naegi, can you help me with my homework.'

Kuwata always felt guilty relying on his classmates, but it wasn't like he was hurting them, no. He gets up and replies to Naegi. He was a nice guy, but a crybaby. Last year when he was rejected, he locked himself in a classroom for three whole days. No food, no water. Somehow, he survived; the lucky student sure lives up to his name.
Makoto replies and his eyes light up as he smiles with joy.

"Hey I'm going out at three to the store, want anything?" Leon asks, taking a long-sleeved tshirt, a normal tshirt and jeans with a chain. His usual style, nothing extra unordinary.

"Wow I guess someone is learning from me!" Ishimaru laughs, smiling at Leon. "Anyways, we are running low on milk, can you get some."

"It's malk idiot, and sure." Kuwata shouts from the bathroom, it was pretty simple except from the cupboard filled with hair gel. Pretty annoying, but Ishimaru insisted on having it. He gets out of the shower, steam flowing out as he looks at himself in the mirror, putting on his clothes and running his hand through his wet hair.

"NO IT'S MILK." He could hear Ishimaru shouting at what seemed to be himself as Leon walks out, getting to his desk and glancing at the clock on the wall. He had some time, so he flicks through messages. His team, an advertisement, a scam, and a fan. Delete all.

He throws his phone onto the table next to his bed, fed up of him being even related to the sport. Just if there was a universe without that horrible sport.

Leon looks at his walls, they were plain. Nothing much as he only moved in 6 months ago and he didn't have much to spend on posters. At least he had his blanket, he wraps himself in it and sighs with happiness.

{Ayo thank you for reading until the end. I also published the first chapter on ao3 yesterday, so I will publish this today on here and there and I will be on schedule.}