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theme # 11- destiny
It had been a long day. Shuichi dragged him out, saying that needed to rest and get away from school. They went to a club. Hiro protested at first but Shuichi wouldn't take no for an answer. Hiro relented and both eighteen year olds started dancing.
Hiro was smashed between several people when he first saw Him. Hiro was immediately entranced. The boy was pale and lithe and…beautiful. Hiro tried to follow him through the crowd, but too many people got in his way. He lost sight of the boy and felt disappointed.
But fifteen minutes later, the boy was back, dancing right next to him and Hiro felt his breath catch. The boy was wearing tiny denim shorts and a tight mesh shirt that clung to the boy's frame. His dark emerald hair was chunky and filled with glitter and his dark cocoa eyes sparkled.
Hiro turned and gripped the thin waist of the boy and danced. He couldn't help but smile and pull the boy closer. They danced, spinning, never saying anything, and Hiro danced the boy into a darker, slightly secluded (as much as it could be in a packed club) corner.
He then leaned down and kissed the boy firmly. Hiro knew he had been bi for a while and this boy was just tempting, teasing his senses. The boy reached up, curled his arms around Hiro's neck, and kissed back. They stayed like that for several minutes but then the boy pulled, pulling a cell phone out of those teeny tiny shorts. He looked at the screen, dark eyes widening, and then glanced regretfully at Hiro.
He smiled and then disappeared into the crowd. Hiro tried to follow and looked all night, but he could not find the boy.
For a whole year, an image of brown eyes and emerald hair and the feeling of soft, soft lips haunted him. But then he and Shuichi became Bad Luck…and then he met Fujisaki Suguru, the new keyboardist for Bad Luck.
Once he saw the boy, he knew that Suguru was the boy he had met in the club that one night. He didn't anything about, thinking it might cause a rift, or that Suguru didn't even remember.
But another year passed
with brown eyes and emerald hair still haunting him
and one day, Suguru dragged him into a dark conference room and kissed Hiro so so gently. He told Hiro that he remembered that night in the club, but had been too scared to say anything, afraid. But after a year he had gathered enough courage to say something. Hiro smiled and held Suguru closer and had whispered his love to Suguru.