(KAI) Heroes is fun.
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Desperation
He wakes from a dead sleep, sweat dripping from a rounded face. His glasses have slipped past his nose, half dangling from one ear. "Ne!" he whines, scrambling away from the door. "Ando-kun! You let me fall asleep."
His friend- best friend, surely, since everything they've experienced together- eyed him tiredly, nonplussed. "Ah, Hiro."
"Ando!" Hiro whines again, and then shivers, because the name brings the dream, and the dream is a memory. "Oh..."
Ando's gaze remains fixed on the road, his hands numb on the steering wheel. "Nani?"
"Ano..."
Ando's dark eyes flicker in exhaustion, and he gives in. "I'll stop at the next motel."
"H-Hai..."
Ando knows something is wrong. He can read Hiro like a book; a skill he has never possessed with any other human being. It is likely a matter of the younger man wearing his heart on his sleeve like the Trekkie geek he is... but Ando feels unnervingly pleased to know Hiro's every feeling, regardless.
"Ando-kun, why didn't you go back to Japan?"
This is an awkward question; the Hokkaido-native has not been able to determine this for himself, as yet. But he shrugs, "You always need help, Hiro, who is going to do it besides me?"
Hiro's shoulders sag, "Saa... you're right."
But he is unusually quiet on the way back into Vegas.