"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well."
Josh Billings
Hiroki looked himself over in the mirror: He had a normal physique, and his eyes were nothing out of the ordinary. Dark brown hair wasn't that uncommon, and he considered his height to be somewhat averrage; except when he was standing next to Nowaki, then he was short. So he couldn't understand why his lover was always telling him he was unique and special, especially when everyone around him tended to avoid him like the plague and say he was, quote, "the devil." Whereas, Nowaki was a much better person. He was nice, charitable, loved kids, a diligent worker, optimistic, great in bed-- Hiroki ended that train of thought, somehow the latter characteristic seemed out of place among the others.
No, Hiroki was just normal, in a sense.
With all that negative input about himself, he was feeling a bit down. He wandered into the living room and found Nowaki.
"Uh, Hiro-san, what is it?" the black-haired man asked upon seeing his forlorn face.
"Nowaki, I'm cold..."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around him. "Got it."
Hiroki leaned into him. At least he knew how to get what he wanted, and that was always Nowaki.
I'm going to be making short drabble-like things using infamous(or not) quotes. I'll try to relate it as close to the quote as possible. Also, I'm going to try to update every day.; no promises, though.
Review please!