Here is another round! I hope it is well-liked!!
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Shuichi clung to his best friend, tears pouring down his cheeks like twin waterfalls. Trinity watched with wide eyes the pink-haired singer cry like a small child instead of the grown man he was. She couldn't help the thought that passed through her mind.
Cry baby.
"Hiro!!" Shuichi whined, "It hurts!!"
Hiro, who always knew exactly what to do to comfort his friend, gently pushed the singer away. He was trying hard to maintain his charming aura, but with Shuichi clinging to him with a white-knuckled grip, it was almost impossible.
In fact, the only thing that looked anywhere near normal to Trinity was the kind, sweet look in Hiro's depthless eyes.
After calming the nineteen-year-old with the promise of food, the three made their way to a McDonalds. Hiro and Trinity each had one meal, but Shuichi devoured four. He must have been hungry...either that or nervous. With him, you never knew.
After inhaling his meals, Shuichi and Trinity talked, and all the confusing things were explained...as best as they could be anyways. Trinity nodded, accepting the information given to her, but she still thought the two were awfully close to be "just friends."
Later that night, they returned to the apartment. Yuki was still awake, so he showed the girl to her room. Returning after making sure Trinity was comfortable, the author scolded Shuichi for being gone for so long, telling the singer he had to sleep on the couch.
Shuichi grudgingly complied, sulking over to the sofa, a blanket trailing on the floor behind him. Tossing his pillow onto the couch he settled in for an uncomfortable night alone.
Sigh...is life ever fair to me?
