Hey guys! So here is the second part to my What if... story. Hope you enjoooooy!

He ran all the way home, although his lungs hurt and his legs' muscles screamed in agony. His eyes stung from the wind, making it tear but he was not entirely sure if it was only because of the wind. He stumbled a few times over his feet and his legs almost gave way but yet he never stopped running.

Finally, when he thought he could not go any further, the familiar shape of his house laid in his sight. It gave him a boost of adrenaline and he sprinted towards his front gate, flinging it open once he got there. Rushing to the door, he briefly knocked a tune, his family tradition to identify another family member, before entering it. Once the door was firmly shut behind him, he leaned against it and gasped for air.

It attracted the attention of his mother, who trudged towards him and placed her hands on her hips, an eyebrow raised. Onodera weakly held up a hand and still continued to catch his breath. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, he straightened his back and pushed his sweaty hair away from his eyes. He was annoyed to find that his mother was still waiting for an answer. He sighed quietly and nimbly walked past her, deafening his ears to the nagging behind him. He was going to be terribly grounded, he knew, but all he wished for was his soft, cozy bed. And Senpai. But the latter was impossible.

He closed the door behind him, hearing it click before falling onto his bed. The covers swallowed him and gave him a sense of security. He laid unmoving until he could barely breathe before turning over so that he was lying on his back. He gazed up on the ceiling. The whole room was dark but the glow-in-the-dark stars pasted on it softly illuminated the room. They covered the whole ceiling, leaving only tiny spaces between them bare.

The idea was suggested by Senpai, on the night of the fireworks festival. They watched the fireworks go off for a while before Senpai kissed him gently on the lips. It was dark and crowded, so Onodera did not mind it. When they parted, Senpai mused aloud about pasting the glow-in-the-dark star in his room but his tone was bitter at that time. Onodera knew that, as carefree as his parents may be, he was not allowed to do anything to the walls of the house. It was going to be a pain to tear them out when his mother decided to move. So, Onodera was the one suggested to paste them in his room.

He regretted his decision now. They only served to remind him of the happy times that he thought Senpai was his. Maybe he was at that time. He looked away, not standing the sight of the stars. His eyes grew hot and tears pooled. He fought hard not to let them fall, not to give in the sadness in his heart, but they fell anyway. Soon, he was sobbing hard into his pillow.

Forget Senpai. Forget everything he had done. Forget his face, his feel of his lips on his. The soft silky hair. Forget his amazed laugh whenever Onodera made a joke. The only one who could make him special by just a simple smile. Just... Forget him.

Occasionally, he would open his to just see how much time had passed and every time he did that, he would see the stars pasted on the ceiling and memories came flooding back. After the fourth time, he got fed up with himself and tried to go to sleep, even though his stomach rumbled. Eventually, he drifted to sleep, full of nightmares and what would have been dreams to him only a mere 4 hours ago.