The next morning Todomatsu hurried to the store. He felt empty yet excited and happy at the same time. It was a strange feeling. He told his brothers to stay home and they respectfully did.
The first thing he saw when he got to the store was exactly what he was looking for. A bright pink hoodie. It was the same brand as his orange hoodie so it wouldn't be much different. He picked it up carefully, admiring it. He had had his orange hoodie since sixth grade. It was worn and torn. The pocket had holes all over it and was pretty much useless. The sleeves had dirt caked onto it. And the seams were just a complete mess of strings. When put side by side next to his brothers he looked like he was raised by wolves. That was to be expected. Todomatsu was much more active then the rest of his family. He liked to garden and be outside a lot.
The pink hoodie shined brightly. It was so soft and new. Todomatsu never cared much for how something looked but this was different. He went into a changing and put it on. It felt like him. It looked like him.
No. This wasn't him. It was a different person. A better person. A person with friends. A job. Nice things. And a gold life. A person without dumb older brothers to hold him back and outshadow him. A Todomatsu who was an only child and had a lot of friends, a great job and an iPhone.
With a two-faced personality to match.
Todomatsu took the pink hoodie off but didn't put on his orange hoodie. That day he left the store wearing a white t-shirt, a pink hoodie over his shoulder, a beanie hat, tight jeans and new shoes.
But he three things at the store. His mind. His soul. And a torn up, beaten down orange hoodie.
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