Chapter 4 - You Won't Be Alone Anymore
I must have said the wrong thing.
All I said was that he looked cute when he blushed and now Hiro was back in depressive mode. I just couldn't understand this boy. Fine one minute, not the next. Looks like my plan of trying to distract him from whatever was bothering him went completely down the drain.
"C'mon, time to get out," I told him as I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist before giving him a hand up.
I don't know why, but I was kind of surprised that he took it without resisting. I thought I had made him mad with my comment but apparently not. Hiroshi must have just gotten lost in his own thoughts or something.
"Thanks K-san," he said quietly, as he let go of my hand and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading back towards the main room, leaving a trail of water behind him.
I watched him leave, nothing the way his hips swung slightly as he walked and how crystal drops of water ran down his shoulders and to the tips of his fingers. But even as I watched him go, I couldn't help but feel hurt. I don't know why it seemed to bother me so much. He was just going to the other room, it's not like he was leaving the country...
A sigh escaped my lips as I re-dressed and re-did my ponytail before heading into the other room to see how Hiroshi was making out. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom. Even though the younger teen was still obviously depressed over something, the bath seemed to do wonders for his body. He could actually pass off looking healthy again. His skin was still paler then usual, but only someone close to him would notice that.
At the moment, Hiroshi stood with his back to me, doing up the fly to his form-fitting black jeans, not knowing that I was even in the room. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, causing him to jump, gasp then turn so that he was facing me. His slate-coloured eyes were wide, but seemed to calm down when he realized it was just me. Hiroshi's eyes narrowed and he punched me lightly before taking a step back, out of my arms.
"What was that for? You scared the hell out of me!" he exclaimed, but a smile adorned his lips so I know he couldn't be -too- mad.
"Just seeing how far I could wrap my arms around your waist," I replied before growing serious. "Hiroshi-kun, I think it would be for the best if you came home with me. You're not well and... just come home with me. You're not well and... just come home with me, alright? I'll fix you something to eat and you'll feel better in no time."
He looked cutely blank for the next few moments, probably trying to decide whether to accept my offer or not. It didn't matter to me which he chose, since I was going to make him come with me either way. I wasn't going to leave him here alone. It's not like I thought he would try and do something stupid, since I know he wasn't the type but like I said before, I was... worried about him.
I thought for sure that my face was going to crack and break when I saw Hiro slowly nod his head, I was smiling that hard.
"Alright!" I exclaimed in English, drawing a confused look from my young charge. I smiled assuringly at him, before placing a hand on his shoulder, and giving him a gentle push towards his closet.
"Pack you things, we'll leave once you're ready," I said, as I watched the red-head stumble forward, then regain his balance as he threw his closet doors open, pull out a duffel bag, then being to fill it up with clothes. As he packed, he slipped his white t-shirt over his head, then shook his hair out, causing a small spray of water to dampen the floor tiles.
I didn't have to wait long for Hiro to finish packing, and tend to his hair. With his duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I lead the way out of his building and to my car. After putting his bag and guitars, acoustic and electric, into the trunk, I unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat. The key was in the ignition before I even sat down, and I noticed how Hiro's hand clung tightly to the door handle. I couldn't help but smirk. No one ever liked my driving, saying that it was far too reckless but I really couldn't care... except for this time. I wanted to make Hiro as comfortable as possible while he stayed with me, so I wasn't about to start our time together off with scaring him half to death.
The ride to my place was pretty quiet, with Hiro gazing out the window and I was too busy focusing on my driving to do anything else. We got there in record time though, and before I knew it, I was unlocking my front door and holding it open for the young guitarist.
"Welcome to my home."
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please R&R and tell me what you think. I know it's been forever since an update and I'm really sorry but I'm inspired now! :D
I must have said the wrong thing.
All I said was that he looked cute when he blushed and now Hiro was back in depressive mode. I just couldn't understand this boy. Fine one minute, not the next. Looks like my plan of trying to distract him from whatever was bothering him went completely down the drain.
"C'mon, time to get out," I told him as I stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my waist before giving him a hand up.
I don't know why, but I was kind of surprised that he took it without resisting. I thought I had made him mad with my comment but apparently not. Hiroshi must have just gotten lost in his own thoughts or something.
"Thanks K-san," he said quietly, as he let go of my hand and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading back towards the main room, leaving a trail of water behind him.
I watched him leave, nothing the way his hips swung slightly as he walked and how crystal drops of water ran down his shoulders and to the tips of his fingers. But even as I watched him go, I couldn't help but feel hurt. I don't know why it seemed to bother me so much. He was just going to the other room, it's not like he was leaving the country...
A sigh escaped my lips as I re-dressed and re-did my ponytail before heading into the other room to see how Hiroshi was making out. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom. Even though the younger teen was still obviously depressed over something, the bath seemed to do wonders for his body. He could actually pass off looking healthy again. His skin was still paler then usual, but only someone close to him would notice that.
At the moment, Hiroshi stood with his back to me, doing up the fly to his form-fitting black jeans, not knowing that I was even in the room. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, causing him to jump, gasp then turn so that he was facing me. His slate-coloured eyes were wide, but seemed to calm down when he realized it was just me. Hiroshi's eyes narrowed and he punched me lightly before taking a step back, out of my arms.
"What was that for? You scared the hell out of me!" he exclaimed, but a smile adorned his lips so I know he couldn't be -too- mad.
"Just seeing how far I could wrap my arms around your waist," I replied before growing serious. "Hiroshi-kun, I think it would be for the best if you came home with me. You're not well and... just come home with me. You're not well and... just come home with me, alright? I'll fix you something to eat and you'll feel better in no time."
He looked cutely blank for the next few moments, probably trying to decide whether to accept my offer or not. It didn't matter to me which he chose, since I was going to make him come with me either way. I wasn't going to leave him here alone. It's not like I thought he would try and do something stupid, since I know he wasn't the type but like I said before, I was... worried about him.
I thought for sure that my face was going to crack and break when I saw Hiro slowly nod his head, I was smiling that hard.
"Alright!" I exclaimed in English, drawing a confused look from my young charge. I smiled assuringly at him, before placing a hand on his shoulder, and giving him a gentle push towards his closet.
"Pack you things, we'll leave once you're ready," I said, as I watched the red-head stumble forward, then regain his balance as he threw his closet doors open, pull out a duffel bag, then being to fill it up with clothes. As he packed, he slipped his white t-shirt over his head, then shook his hair out, causing a small spray of water to dampen the floor tiles.
I didn't have to wait long for Hiro to finish packing, and tend to his hair. With his duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I lead the way out of his building and to my car. After putting his bag and guitars, acoustic and electric, into the trunk, I unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat. The key was in the ignition before I even sat down, and I noticed how Hiro's hand clung tightly to the door handle. I couldn't help but smirk. No one ever liked my driving, saying that it was far too reckless but I really couldn't care... except for this time. I wanted to make Hiro as comfortable as possible while he stayed with me, so I wasn't about to start our time together off with scaring him half to death.
The ride to my place was pretty quiet, with Hiro gazing out the window and I was too busy focusing on my driving to do anything else. We got there in record time though, and before I knew it, I was unlocking my front door and holding it open for the young guitarist.
"Welcome to my home."
~~~~~~~~~~~~ Please R&R and tell me what you think. I know it's been forever since an update and I'm really sorry but I'm inspired now! :D