He stared at me with fear…no…it's guilt. His small hands formed fists while he forced to stand still in front of me. It had been days since I've noticed that he needs to talk to me.
So when Honey-senpai stood in front of me with worry, asking to have a moment with me before I left for home, I had to accept it.
MISAKO FUYUCHI
"Honey-senpai?" I placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort him the way I've seen Mori-senpai do so. "Are you alright?" I asked gently. He looks up at me with a small gasp escaping his lips.
"Mi-Misako…Fuyuchi." He says my full name as he gulps.
"Yes, Honey-senpai?"
"I-I'm sorry!" He bowed down to me surprisingly. I take a step back in shock at him. "That's all I can say!" He tells me as he shouts his heart out. "I can't say anything else but…I-I'm sorry…"
His tears were enough proof he was sorry for what he did. But what did he do? I don't know for sure.
I embrace him tightly and pat his head. "It's alright. It'll be okay." I whisper to him. He nods his head repeatedly as he tightens his old of me in return.
"How do you know it will be? When all of this is over-will Misa-chan still be my friend?"
"Of course." I replied matter-of-factly
"Friends forgive."
But do they forget?
I blink at the sound of Anise's voice at the back of my head. I look over at the crying Honey-senpai in my arms and the Mori-senpai running towards me alongside the other host club members.
"Is everything alright?" Tamaki asks in-between breaths. I nod at him and smile. "Honey-senpai and I will be friends forever. I promise that."
As the words slip carelessly out of my mouth Honey-senpai tightened his hold of me. The tightness made it difficult to breathe in more ways than one.
Kyoya looked at us with an aura I couldn't quite grasp. Mori-senpai removed Honey-senpai from my hands and lifted him towards their car. Kyoya extended his hand to me, giving me a chance to lift myself with his support. I accepted it gratefully and we walked different paths from Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai.
"I learned about the Fuyuchi family that Honey-senpai feels guilty about. Your parents…..they died in an earthquake, correct?" Kyoya asks me as we walk to Takeuchi-san.
"Well…yeah."
"And they were in a building?"
"Yeah. A brand new one."
Kyoya raised his glasses, a thin line straightened on with a strict feeling. "Kyo..ya?" I felt unsure to call him. He looks over at me and the thin straight line disperses.
"We're friends…right?" He asked me as we stopped at my apartment.
"Why is everyone suddenly asking me about our friendship?" I joked.
Is there really one to begin with? Think Misa-chan.
Her voice escapes again and rings around in my head. I look down at my shoes and feel inescapable. "We are…aren't we?" I replied.
Kyoya never replied.
I got out of the car and the car sped off into the direction of their home.
I stayed by my doorstep for about an hour.
But he never came back.