I'm approaching the place where we meet every day, and I can see that he's already there waiting for me. I pull over on my bike and we exchange greetings, and then he hops on the back and we drive to work. As we always do.
I can tell already that today's a Type A day. He was bouncing when I met him, and he has that silly grin on that will refuse to come off. Sooner or later I'll be regaled with tales of happenings too good to be true. Yuki did this, and that, and the other thing. And even though I've heard it all before I'll listen again, because that's my duty as a friend.
A days are vastly preferable to B days, which happen threewhen Yuki isn't in the mood for this, that, and the other thing and skips straight to the cold rejection. It's amazing that Shuichi can have weeks of B days and then comes an A day and they're all magically erased. It astounds me that he can recover so fast. It worries me that one day he might not.
It's all that bastard Yuki's fault, of course. Shuichi might not think about all the tears, the misery he goes through, but I sure do. I remember for him, because that's my duty as well. I remember each and every time he collapses in my arms, choking out that same name every single time. And unlike Shuichi, I won't forgive it.
Shuichi is way more than Yuki deserves. He doesn't see it, but I do. And when Yuki pushes him too far again, and Shuichi needs me, I will be there.
Word Count: 278
It's strange, because I'm such a ShuYu shipper, but this little Hiro drabble just found its way out of my pen. It could be Shiro, or just friendship. I love that Shuichi and Hiro have such a deep platonic relationship that they can say things like "Your dream is my dream" in a perfectly non-awkward way. Shiro is okay, but I like ShuYu just as much. Can I like both? Does that make any sense? Anyway, make of this drabblything what you will, and I hope you enjoy it. Please review!
~Hilaria