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After dinner, Takumi and Miki headed back to their dorm to 'study'. Akari claimed she was exhausted from her red-eye flight, so she headed off to Hikari's room to sleep, eyeing him and Kazuo as she shut the door behind her. "I'll help with the dishes, Kazuo-san." Hikari said, gathering the plates and stepping quietly over to the sink. He stayed quiet as he scrubbed each dish, not knowing quite what to say. Luckily, Kazuo spoke first, breaking the awkward silence but sadly not the intense tension surrounding Hikari. "I'm sorry if I'm a bit curious... is everything fine with you and Akari-san?" XX
Hikari let out a long sigh. "Between me and nee-san, everything is as it usually is. We have always been close, and I do not remember us ever fighting. The problem is not between the two of us, the problem is between the two of us and our family." Not bothering to dry his hands of soapy water, Hikari turned around and leaned back against the counter, staring blankly at the floor. "Nee-san is pregnant, and I can't say I'm not happy for her. I suppose I have always dreamed about the day I would become an uncle. However, our grandparents will not be so understanding, especially when they discover that the father is no longer a part of nee-san's life. There are so many bad things that could happen, and I can't stop myself from worrying about her." XX
Suddenly, Hikari laughed, brushing his bangs out of his face and promptly getting soap suds in his hair. "And here I am, pouring all my problems onto you, even though you have nothing to do with all this. I really have always been a burden, haven't I? Perhaps there is a reason why no one ever seems to like me." Not taking the time to look up at Kazuo, Hikari dried his hands and wiped the soap from his hair, scratching his arm as he moved toward his room. "Oyasumi, Kazuo-san. Please don't worry about me, I doubt I'm worth the effort." And he crept into his room without another word. XX
The next morning, Hikari woke up before daylight so he could walk his sister to the train station. She needed to head home, and claimed she didn't want to make a fuss out of her leaving by saying dramatic goodbyes. Akari had always been that way. When she'd left for America, there had been no goodbyes. She'd slipped out in the middle of the night without a word. This time Hikari insisted on accompanying her, using the excuse of helping her with the small amount of luggage she was taking with her. "Michan, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I don't think Kazuo thinks of you as a burden, or Miki or Takumi or even tou-san and kaa-san. And especially not me." "So you were listening in last night, I assume..." XXX
"Hikari," Akari spun around, grabbing his shoulders and giving him her motherly stare. "Haven't you ever thought that perhaps the reason you can't make friends is because you refuse to allow anyone to care for you? I'm fully aware that people ignore and avoid you, they did it to me too. But you have to love yourself before anyone else can love you. Calling yourself a burden and being negative all the time will eventually push everyone away from you, including Kazuo, who I know for a fact might be in love with you, even if he doesn't know it himself. I could see it in the way he worries, the way he looked at you during dinner. You can't let that go because you can't love yourself." XX
Akari's words echoed in his head, even as she waved to him from the train window as it sped off toward Kyoto, and even as he slowly made his way back to his dorm. What if she's right? How can I not feel like a burden? He frowned, walking into his and Kazuo's apartment as quietly as he could. XX
Hikari let out a long sigh. "Between me and nee-san, everything is as it usually is. We have always been close, and I do not remember us ever fighting. The problem is not between the two of us, the problem is between the two of us and our family." Not bothering to dry his hands of soapy water, Hikari turned around and leaned back against the counter, staring blankly at the floor. "Nee-san is pregnant, and I can't say I'm not happy for her. I suppose I have always dreamed about the day I would become an uncle. However, our grandparents will not be so understanding, especially when they discover that the father is no longer a part of nee-san's life. There are so many bad things that could happen, and I can't stop myself from worrying about her." XX
Suddenly, Hikari laughed, brushing his bangs out of his face and promptly getting soap suds in his hair. "And here I am, pouring all my problems onto you, even though you have nothing to do with all this. I really have always been a burden, haven't I? Perhaps there is a reason why no one ever seems to like me." Not taking the time to look up at Kazuo, Hikari dried his hands and wiped the soap from his hair, scratching his arm as he moved toward his room. "Oyasumi, Kazuo-san. Please don't worry about me, I doubt I'm worth the effort." And he crept into his room without another word. XX
The next morning, Hikari woke up before daylight so he could walk his sister to the train station. She needed to head home, and claimed she didn't want to make a fuss out of her leaving by saying dramatic goodbyes. Akari had always been that way. When she'd left for America, there had been no goodbyes. She'd slipped out in the middle of the night without a word. This time Hikari insisted on accompanying her, using the excuse of helping her with the small amount of luggage she was taking with her. "Michan, you really shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I don't think Kazuo thinks of you as a burden, or Miki or Takumi or even tou-san and kaa-san. And especially not me." "So you were listening in last night, I assume..." XXX
"Hikari," Akari spun around, grabbing his shoulders and giving him her motherly stare. "Haven't you ever thought that perhaps the reason you can't make friends is because you refuse to allow anyone to care for you? I'm fully aware that people ignore and avoid you, they did it to me too. But you have to love yourself before anyone else can love you. Calling yourself a burden and being negative all the time will eventually push everyone away from you, including Kazuo, who I know for a fact might be in love with you, even if he doesn't know it himself. I could see it in the way he worries, the way he looked at you during dinner. You can't let that go because you can't love yourself." XX
Akari's words echoed in his head, even as she waved to him from the train window as it sped off toward Kyoto, and even as he slowly made his way back to his dorm. What if she's right? How can I not feel like a burden? He frowned, walking into his and Kazuo's apartment as quietly as he could. XX
X Holy cheeseballs we should actually do that! It would be hilarious to see everything from their points of view, and I'd actually enjoy writing out the details of it all.