Narrator's POV
Hiro at 3 o' clock:
Alleyways did not make good homes.
Hiro had a home once.
That was, before his own father had suddenly became distressed of his older brother's death, and used abuse on him to let out all his anger.
Hiro couldn't stand the fact that his brother, Tadashi, was really gone - and it had been all his fault.
He eventually ran away from the small apartment that he used to live in with his father.
He felt useless.
Like there was no good in the world anymore.
All of that warmth that his brother provided for him was simply, gone.
It's funny how in just a second your whole life could change.
One second and your living a privileged life, with wonderful family and friends.
Then in a blink of the eye, they're gone right before your eyes.
Just taken away from you, even if you did nothing wrong.
You were a good person, and so were they, but that didn't matter anymore.
Hiro shook his head, the thousand thoughts swarming through his mind halting to a stop.
"Stop it." He told himself with a quivering lip, his eyes glistening with salty tears as he fought to be strong.
He sniffled and leaned his small body against the whitewashed brick wall.
His stomach rumbled but he ignored it.
He just didn't care anymore.
He just wanted to die; if that was the only way he could be with Tadashi again.
With someone who loved him.
But he was sure no one would ever love him again.
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Hiro yawned and closed his eyelids, which were growing heavy from exhaustion.
Suddenly, a sound reverberated from the other side of the alley and Hiro froze.
A repetitive panting, as well as the padding of a small animal could be heard and they grew louder in volume with each passing moment.
Hiro scrambled from the ground and flung his bag over his shoulder, ready to bolt, but he paused when a small shadow came into view.
It was a tiny puppy, with eyes of ice and a warm, friendly smile.
It had a chestnut mask of fur over it's eyes, and the rest blended into white down its back, with few concealed creamy spots.
Hiro stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the pup.
His heartbeat dialed down to a normal pace, for he thought it would be a gang of brigands whom he'd been attempting to avoid.
He dropped his black backpack on the ground, and kneeled down to the puppy's level.
He extended his arm out slowly to touch the muzzle, nervously hoping to make peace with the animal.
The pup obliged, and Hiro ran his hand through it's fluffy head.
A small giggle escaped Hiro's lips as he played with the pooch, obviously enjoying himself.
He never had this much attention or fun in who knew how long.
He gripped the edges of his faded blue zip up hoodie, which was doing nothing for his rosy cheeks.
Out of the blue, a voice called out, and Hiro was on the rise of panic once again.
He looked up, somewhat fearful, terror stricken in his eyes.
His heartbeat raced a mile a minute, and he prepped for who he was about to see, silently praying it wasn't a hoodlum.
To his surprise, it was just a girl about his age - a really cute one too.
A wash of relief spread over him.
Hiro bit his lip as she retrieved her dog back, the pup mindlessly standing there in mild confusion.
The girl then scanned her eyes over to him, a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Hey...are you okay?" She asked in a sweet voice.
Hiro gulped and tried to regain his composure, "I-I'm fine." He stumbled with the words, an obvious sign of his anxious state.
His voice tentative, that made most wonder if he'd ever received an ounce of love from anyone.
The unnamed female raised a brow slightly, as if she knew he was lying.
She then shrugged as her dog wanting to go back to Hiro, and the tiny click indicated she unhooked his leash from his collar.
The dog bounded over to Hiro happily, it's icy eyes almost freezing him in his tracks.
Hiro couldn't help but crack a cute smile as he ruffled the little guy's somewhat curly mess of fur.
"I'm Charlie." Charlie spoke up, interrupting Hiro's playdate with her puppy.
Hiro's cheeks flushed and his heart hammered in his chest, "I'm Hiro." He replied, staring at her straight in the eyes.
His eyes were the color of hot cocoa, sprinkled with tiny specks of gold like mini marshmallows.
Her eyes were slightly dark, a green like a forest at sunset.
They didn't know it yet, but this was the start of a wonderful friendship.