Hiro sat on the top step of the staircase up to his and Tadashi's room. Well, his room now. The thought hit him like a sack of bricks to the stomach. He could hear the voices of his friends and Aunt Cass just below him. Hiro didn't want to talk to them. Or see them. He knew that they'd try to comfort him. But he didn't want their pity. He just wanted Tadashi.
Without thinking, he stood and walked to his room and sat on the edge of his bed. A teardrop hit the floor below him. He stared at it til it soaked into the floor, then turned his head towards Tadashi's side of the room. Hiro crept over and pushed the privacy screen over a bit. He looked all around the little corner. The bed neatly made, the San Fransokyo Ninjas poster above the nightstand. He sat on Tadashi's bed and ran his hand along the quilt. He used to sneak it onto his own bed and hide under its warmth, waiting for Tadashi to come take it back. He usually let Hiro keep it overnight. But it was always neatly placed over his own bed by breakfast the next morning.
Hiro lay his head down on the soft quilt and inhaled deeply. It still smelled like Tadashi. Hiro buried his head into the quilts folds and wept silently. He pulled his knees to his chest and held himself, rocking like Tadashi used to rock him when he was upset. Hiro let himself break down, shaking and letting muffled sobs escape into the mattress until he wore himself out. Soon there were no more tears to escape. No sound escaped him besides ragged, uneven breathing. He curled himself up as tight as he could til his head was between his knees. He stayed like this until he woke to light spilling in through the window.
Sorry it's so short. More to come. Hope you like :) Love to everyone!
