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• — a thread about hanamaki takahiro being restless and needing to get out of miyagi, or how issei sees his heart break:
hiro was always the one to dream big. he would lay on his back in issei’s backyard, looking up at the stars and talking about places far away, wondering what they’d be like.
“i heard that london is really grey and rainy, but i still want to see it. we should go one day, issei.”
“if that’s what you want.” came issei’s response, a warm chuckle leaving his chest as he fought the urge to take hiro’s hand as they gazed at the night sky together.
“if that’s what you want.” came issei’s response, a warm chuckle leaving his chest as he fought the urge to take hiro’s hand as they gazed at the night sky together.
the idea of escaping miyagi itches at hiro’s mind, the prefecture limits feeling more and more like handcuffs with each passing day. “i can’t believe iwaizumi is going to california. i’m so jealous, issei.”
“i’m sure we’ll visit.”
“duh. anything to get out of this place.”
“i’m sure we’ll visit.”
“duh. anything to get out of this place.”
issei didn’t tell hiro that he cringed every time he thought of leaving. the comfort of home, the familiarity; it made his chest tight with anxiety as he thought about leaving.
his grandma was old, what if something happened to her?
what if he missed out on his family?
his grandma was old, what if something happened to her?
what if he missed out on his family?
hiro didn’t tell issei that he already had saved up and bought train tickets to tokyo and was trawling the newspapers for signs of a suitable apartment.
he just needed to be /out/. he couldn’t stand it anymore.
what if life passed him by without ever experiencing it?
he just needed to be /out/. he couldn’t stand it anymore.
what if life passed him by without ever experiencing it?
they were bad at talking. that was unusual for the two of them, with their infinite inside jokes and always knowing what the other was thinking.
“come to tokyo with me, issei.”
“hiro, i can’t.”
“why not? it’s all we’ve wanted for so long-“
“no. i never wanted to leave home.”
“come to tokyo with me, issei.”
“hiro, i can’t.”
“why not? it’s all we’ve wanted for so long-“
“no. i never wanted to leave home.”
“you- what? but we always talked about seeing the world together.”
“yeah, it’s not like i meant it.”
silence, followed by a “fuck you” and the slamming of issei’s bedroom door as the pink-haired boy fled from issei’s sight.
“yeah, it’s not like i meant it.”
silence, followed by a “fuck you” and the slamming of issei’s bedroom door as the pink-haired boy fled from issei’s sight.
hiro stared at the empty seat beside him on the train and tried not to think about the one who should have been sat there. he swore he saw a frantic issei trying to jump the barrier to the platform as the train pulled out of the station, but it was probably just wishful thinking.
issei called and called. straight to voicemail, no answer, number blocked.
they would work it out, right? they always had before.
they would work it out, right? they always had before.
but before, issei could reach out for hiro. hold him. keep him in his arms as they both mumbled their apologies.
now they were miles apart, rather then the ten foot gap between their bedroom windows.
now they weren’t together anymore.
now they were miles apart, rather then the ten foot gap between their bedroom windows.
now they weren’t together anymore.
