Haruka raced around the bustling city of Tokyo. He ran as fast as he could back to his hotel, even though calling a taxi would have been faster. He tried covering his face as best he could without limiting his vision. His mind was racing, trying to figure out his own feelings. Before he knew it, he had arrived at his hotel. He ran inside and took the stairwell to his room instead of the elevator. He took the room card out of his pocket when he reacher his room. After he unlocked it, he went inside and shut the door. He backed up against the door and slowly sank to the ground.

"Why…why did I start crying…why did I ruin what could've been a second chance?"

Haruka held his knees to his chest while talking to himself.

"Could it be that…..my feelings have changed….what's wrong with me….why do I feel like this."

Haruka hated this. He hated feeling like a jealous idiot. He couldn't find any other answer to the problem, no other solution. And he didn't like it at all.

"I like….Makoto…"

Elsewhere, Makoto was walking in the parking lot of the venue feeling terrible. He felt like trash, like the lowest of the low. A car pulled up next to him, and Kichirou was driving.

"Hey Mako, I finished up with what I had to do, so I came to get you!"

Makoto was a bit startled , but tried to put on a happy mask. He walked around the side of the car and got in the passenger seat.

"Thanks Kichi."

He leaned over and planted a small kiss on Kichirou's cheek. When he pulled away, Kichirou had a concerned look on his face.

"Makoto, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong."

"I can tell that you're not okay, you don't usually kiss my cheek."

"Everything's fine. Don't worry about me."

"No, I have to worry, I'm-"

Makoto cut him off by kissing him. After they separated, Kichirou rolled his eyes and began driving. The car ride was silent, but Kichirou didn't shrugged off Makoto's strange behavior. After arriving at Makoto's apartment, Kichirou finally spoke.

"Makoto, tell me what's going on."

"This again? I told you nothing is happening!"

"If you leave here without telling me, this relationship is over, so spill it."

Ma