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Hiro ran down street with a bounce in his steps, using every bit of his energy to reach the restaurant. From what he’s learned about Kyle, he’s punctual about time, so there was no telling how upset he would be from how late he was. He was sure he could excuse him though. After all, it was Thursday—and he knew what that meant to him. In honor of his brother, he couldn’t choose to skip visiting the memorial auditorium—it was just out of the question. He curved around a corner, entering through the back alley entrance that led to the kitchen. The smell of food entered his nostrils, causing his stomach to growl impatiently out of hunger.

He pounded on the door, groaning painfully from the ache inside his abdominal—man he was hungry. Kyle opened the door in a matter of seconds with a fierce glare.

Hiro raised his hands up, chuckling lightly. “Okay, I know what you’re going to say—“

“You’re late,” he said, interrupting the genius.

“Hey, I have my reasons,” he argued, pouting softly in his defense.

Kyle rubbed his temples, sighing with fatigue. “Never mind, just get in before your food gets cold.”

“Sweet! I’m famished!” Hiro cheered, already welcoming himself in.

“Oh no you don’t,” Kyle said, reaching into his apron, “You’re going to be blindfolded while you eat.”

“Say what?” Hiro exclaimed, pausing midway in his quest for food, “Why would I do that?”

“It’s punishment for making me wait,” he said, not really believing his own reason.

“Oh come on, I’m starving! Isn’t that punishment enough?” he whined.

“Well, considering I had to take a bit of my time and the resources in my kitchen to make your meal, you’re just going to have to deal with it,” he explained, “Don’t worry, this is going to be fun. You just guess what you eat is all. What’s the harm in that?”

Hiro seemed skeptical. “I don’t think so.”

Kyle gave him a deadpanned look before shrugging innocently. “I guess you can just starve then.”

Hiro bit his lip, fighting the urge to give in. It all proved futile in the end though once his stomach started to roar even louder.

He threw his hands into the air in defeat. “Alright fine!” He grudgingly turned himself around, crossing his arms. “Just do it already,” he mumbled.

Kyle felt partially bad for playing dirty, his inner devil cackling in victory at Hiro’s surrender. He causally walked over behind Hiro, who shuddered at the closeness of his heat behind him. The difference between their heights made Hiro feel even smaller, gulping nervously from the empowerment Kyle had over him. The cloth came over his eyes, his vision going black. He tied the knot, avoiding strands of his hair from getting caught between the folds. A new sense of vulnerability came over him, beckoning him to shout mercy. It felt strange, almost like Kyle was dominating him. Hiro stepped back and collided his body into his chest, losing balance and concentration from the enticing challenge.

“Kyle…” Hiro managed to speak.

Kyle bent down and whispered inside his ear, “I got you. Now just let me lead.”

He grabbed Hiro’s shoulders and carefully pinpointed him to where the feast was. The table was literally packed with food, almost fit for a prince. Hiro’s nose tickled with excitement, his mouth beginning to water. He licked his lips, something that was not left unnoticed by Kyle. The poor chef felt doomed, doing his best to keep control.

“Here, you can sit,” he said, dragging the seat back.

Hiro felt around for the edge of the table before sitting himself down. He felt Kyle’s hands in the back of his head again.

“Just checking,” he said, “Want to make sure it isn’t too tight.”

Hiro shook his head, fidgeting lightly. “No, it’s fine.”

“Good,” he answered, smiling affectionately, “You can eat now.”

“Uh, how am I supposed to do that if I can’t see my utensils, master chef?” Hiro asked, obviously trying to be a smartass.

“Master, huh?” Kyle asked, rubbing his chin while looking over at the ceiling—quite fond of the title, “I actually like the sound of that. You should call me that more often.”

Hiro scuffed, blushing faintly under the handkerchief, “As if!”

“Is that a blush I see?” Kyle asked.

He leaned in so close that his lips tickled over Hiro’s earlobe. The young teen flinched awkwardly from the contact, his heart skipping a beat from the odd tension between them. He felt a shift in the air, carefully paying attention to every sound. Kyle’s presence soon vanished, moving over to the other side.

“Well?” he probed.

Hiro stuttered, trying his best to seem unfazed. “Even if it was, how can I not? Sometimes when you say things like that it’s hard to respond, especially since it sounds like you’re hitting on me.”

“What if I was?”

“Cut it out, I’m being serious,” he argued, losing his patience.

Kyle was left intrigued by his reaction, his expression settling into that of a frown. It was starting to be difficult on how to act around him now. His persona felt like collapsing and shedding all the doubts he had in restraining himself. He bent his head down, laughing shamefully. To think he was reduced to this, it was almost humiliating. He needed Hiro to believe in his words though—somehow—before he would never think to turn his eyes to him again without thinking of Tadashi. There was much more to him that he could offer to Hiro if he could just see that.

“Right, sorry, I’ll stop,” he finally said.

Hiro sensed the frustration, growing concern. “Kyle…? Are you okay?”

He shook his head, obviously not okay. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a gruff, “Here, I’ll feed you.”

“No that’s—“

“I insist,” he clarified firmly, not accepting no for an answer.

Hiro gulped from the rather forceful insistence, which Kyle took full blame for. He cursed under his breath, not intending for his words to sound harsh.

“Sorry, just…let me help you, okay?” he asked, his voice soft and pleading.

Hiro nodded, feeling more at ease. “Okay,” he agreed.

Kyle gave a weak smile, appreciating it.  “Okay, we’re going to start off with a little Italian,” he said, picking up a fork from the side.

“Is it pizza?” Hiro joked, “I really don’t eat any other Italian food besides that.”

“No you uncultured, nerd,” he said, chuckling huskily, “For someone so smart, I would think you have tried more than the usual junk food teens eat.”

He shrugged, his appetite growing larger by the minute. “Just stick it in my mouth already!” he huffed.

He leaned forward with his mouth open and his tongue slightly out. Kyle blushed lightly from Hiro’s poor choice of words, palming his face.  

“You really should rephrase that,” he said, really wishing he knew how much he was torturing him.

“What? Why?” he asked, completely oblivious. Not long though, his brain started to pick up on the mistranslation.

“Oh God, nothing like that!” he exclaimed, “You know what I meant! Not everything I say is an invitation for you to tease me about.”

“Well, ever since I found out you’re a virgin, it’s hard not to do. Especially from how naïve you are about it that you can’t even pick up your own sexual innuendo,” he said, ignoring the glare he received, “Now open wide.”

Hiro reluctantly took a bite, his teeth knocking into the fork with a clank. Kyle watched tentatively with his own tongue rolling across his lips. The blindfold really did help in concealing his desires, taking a moment to appreciate the details of Hiro’s lips more closely by each bite. His tongue would stick out, almost like an offering, which didn’t appease the growl inside Kyle’s chest. Hiro would then clean up the sauce around his lips after each bite, glossing them almost erotically. He gave a pleasing moan from the taste of the juicy meat, igniting Kyle’s libido. The older male silently demanded his blood to come back up, crossing his legs anxiously to repel it from reaching his groin.

Hiro swallowed, becoming content with his first meal. “That was really good!” he said, “Did I finish the plate?”

Kyle looked down, becoming amazed that he did. “Yeah, you pretty much did.”

“What was it exactly?”

“Lasagna,” he answered, sliding the plate away to replace it with another.

“Well, Kyle’s lasagna has been added to my list of favorite things to eat for sure,” he chimed, drumming the table for the next round, “So, got anymore I can eat?” he eagerly asked.

“Sure thing, got another dish for you right here,” he said, holding his face with his fist.

“Lay it on me,” Hiro said, grinning cheerfully.

“Hold on,” he said, “Drink some water first.”

He agreed, feeling parched.

Kyle picked up the glass of water he had prepared earlier, and brought it to Hiro’s lips. He tipped the cup forward, keeping a close eye from how much he took—not wanting him to choke. Some of the water dripped down his chin, enticing Kyle’s own thirst. The drops spilled slowly off his jaw, causing Kyle’s tongue to twitch with anticipation in tasting it. He would lick every moist trail, until there was nothing left but Hiro’s lips. The whole moment was like a porno in his head, one wish he had to maintain from coming true. He finally put the glass down after giving him one last gulp.

“Better?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Hiro shivered from the cool liquid inside his throat, never realizing how much he needed it until now. It quenched a deep pit inside him, one that was reacting anonymously to Kyle’s sensual advances. At least, that’s what he believed—he could never tell.

“Okay now, be prepared, seafood is next,” Kyle said, coughing uncomfortably.

“No sweat. I can eat all night,” Hiro responded almost hastily with an awkward chuckle.

“Glad you like my cooking,” he said, cutting the fish while doing his best to disregard his own sexual appetite, “Though it’s probably the only reason why you keep coming back here,” he said, becoming melancholy from the thought.

Hiro enlightened him. “That’s not it at all, but it is a plus.”

“Open your mouth,” Kyle instructed, continuing to feed him.

“I’m not a baby, you know—I don’t need help eating. I don’t know why I have to be blindfolded for this either,” Hiro expressed grumbly.

“The way you eat, I’m surprised you’re not overweight,” he said, his mind wondering to other things, “What do you mean it isn’t the only reason you come here?” he bravely asked.

Hiro shrugged, mindlessly chewing his food. “I don’t know,” he said, his cheeks becoming hot, “I mean, I like seeing you and hanging out. In the beginning it was pretty annoying, but, after some time, I consider us to at least be friends.”

“Just friends?”

“Yeah…what else would we be?” Hiro’s question almost sounded like a challenge, provoking Kyle in more ways than one to kiss him.

“I don’t know if friends is probably the best to call ourselves,” he said, collecting the last bit of food off the plate, “Definitely wouldn’t want to be your brother.”

Hiro frowned from his choice of words. “I wouldn’t want you to be him anyway. Tadashi isn’t someone I can easily replace,” he said defensively.

Kyle looked over at him, trying his best to read his expression through his concealed eyes. There he goes again, caring over his brother like he was some sort of lover that had died in a war. Oh man, why did he have to think like that? It was so wrong to even make assumptions like that. The Hamada brothers obviously had a bond that Kyle couldn’t understand, and it troubled him greatly. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was jealous, that sort of stuff was below him. All the girlfriends he ever dated had moments of cheating on him—so why would Hiro be any different than them? There was so little Kyle could care about, and knowing some college kid could be one of them was a bit alarming to him.  

When Hiro took the last bite, Kyle quickly mumbled out of distaste, “I wasn’t looking to.”

The disquieting air was suffocating, urging Hiro to change the subject.

“What did I eat by the way? It didn't taste like salmon,” he asked, hoping the question would lighten the mood a bit.

“It was tilapia,” Kyle simply answered, appreciating the topic change, “Was it good?”

“Yeah, it had a particular taste, but definitely good,” he answered.

“You getting full yet?”

“I’m getting there.”

“Want to have one more serving? It’s nothing too special, just chicken; but I added some creative spices to it,” Kyle said, already stacking the empty plates together.

“Sure,” Hiro answered hesitantly.

“Alright, here we go,” he said.

He cut the piece of chicken and lightly dabbed it in some sauce he had on the side.

“Here,” he said, lifting it closely to Hiro’s awaiting mouth.

He nodded and gently leaned in to take the bite. Automatically, Hiro tasted something strange about this one. He ignored it for the most part though, mentally trying to guess what the flavor it was. He chewed curiously, feeling a certain texture and crunch. It made his tongue itch, gradually causing it to swell.

Kyle noticed the teen’s strange behavior. “Hiro, are you okay? I’ll give you some water if you can’t swallow it down,” he said, growing concern.

He gave a short cough, punching his chest. “No, I think I’m fine.”

“You think?” he asked skeptically.

Hiro started to itch, his throat closing up and making it hard for him to breathe.

“Hiro, you’re breaking out,” Kyle said, lifting himself up from the chair in slight panic, “Are you allergic to something?”

“Pean…uts…” he barely answered, beginning to pant.

His face grew red, nearly toppling over onto the floor. His lungs closed shut, gasping and wheezing heavily for air.

“Hiro!” Kyle shouted, rushing over to his side, “Hiro!”

He felt so helpless, watching the object of his affection wrench uncontrollably onto the floor. Hiro wheezed weakly, losing life from his eyes fast. He tried to speak, lifting his hand weakly while pointing at his bag from school. Kyle’s eyes launched over to the bag, connecting what Hiro was trying to say right away. He dashed over to it, unzipping all the bags before dumping everything onto the floor. It was the only thing he could think of that would make his search easier. Something light and plastic fell onto the floor, revealing it to be the epinephrine injection. Luckily, Hiro kept it with him at all times for emergencies like this. Kyle felt a bit relieved, but the horror wasn’t over yet.

He immediately came back to Hiro’s side, frantically contemplating where to strike the needle at. From what he remembered from Baymax’s constant medical lectures, it should be on the outer thigh. He took off the gray caps, and punched the injection right onto Hiro’s leg. The tip sunk through his pants and met his skin, delivering the dose successfully in a matter of ten seconds. Kyle made sure to count, Baymax’s words replaying over and over inside his head. If that nurse robot were here right now, he would kiss it and not smoke for a week.

It was the longest seconds in Kyle’s life, anxiously waiting for Hiro’s breathing to recover. He inhaled and exhaled evenly, making sure that everything was functioning normally again in his lungs. He steadied himself up on the floor, perching himself beside Kyle. The look on the young chef’s eyes stunned Hiro, frowning lightly with guilt.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you,” he whispered, finding the situation to be his fault.

Kyle’s eyes shrunk in disbelief, tightening his lips. How could he say that when he was the one who nearly killed him? Tadashi would be mocking him in his grave for trying to take his place. He was supposed to the one to take care of Hiro now? What a joke that was! If he hadn’t reacted sooner, or had even paid attention to any of Baymax’s words there would be another dead Hamada in their hands.

“You fucking, idiot,” Kyle’s voice was dangerously low, “What were you even thinking?”

Hiro felt hurt by his words, believing it was directed at him. However, he was caught off guard by a fierce embrace. Kyle held him in a vice grip, never wanting to let go. Hiro swore he could feel him trembling, urging him to wrap his own arms around him. It was awkward to say the least, and he couldn’t help but relish the moment.

“Kyle?” he soon took the courage to speak, wondering what was wrong.

“I could have gotten you killed,” he said, burying his nose into the nape of Hiro’s neck.

Hiro shivered from exhale of his nose against his skin. “It’s nothing, I’m fine,” he said, trying to reassure him.

“All because I wanted to be selfish,” he said, lifting his arms occasionally to avoid surrender of his hold on him, “If I had only remembered.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, patting his back, “Everyone makes mistakes, I know I have my share.”

“Tadashi wouldn’t have let this happen,” he said.

Hiro felt discouraged by the mention of his brother. “Well, of course, he was my brother…he was always overprotective of me.”

“Exactly,” Kyle said, easing his arms down, “And that’s why I’m probably not suited for you. It’s probably why he even made Baymax in the first place! So he could rub it in everyone else’s faces that no one was going to be good enough to protect his brother besides him.”

“Kyle, it was just a little mistake,” Hiro countered, leaning back with his arms spread out as proof, “I’m fine! I’m alive! I keep those things around just in case for situations like this. It could have happened to me with anyone.”

“Do you even realize how much your life means to me, Hiro?” he asked, “It wasn’t just some accident that I can simply forgive myself for…especially when I should have known. If I wasn’t so focused on my dick, I could have prevented all of this; maybe even listened to Baymax better…because I’m pretty sure he told me you were allergic; but I’m the jerk who could only concentrate in keeping you interested in coming back instead.”

“Why would you do that?” he asked, dreading the answer.

“For a genius really are dense!” Kyle shouted, ruffling the back of his hair in frustration, “I would think the answer was obvious by everything I just said,” he soon added quietly, waiting for a response.

“Kyle…I…”

“No, don’t even finish. Listen, I know I’m not going to be Tadashi, and I don’t plan on it,” he said, forfeiting his heart, “I’m not some replacement or fantasy, Hiro. I’m not magically going to be your brother no matter how identical we look. I’m the guy who’s going to kiss you, whether you’re thinking about Tadashi or not.”

Hiro slid back, not knowing if he could trust himself to accept such a thing. Deep down, it’s probably what he’s been longing for ever since he met him. Kyle sighed from his retreat, knowing all too well what it meant.

“But I’m not going to,” he said.

“What?” Hiro asked, slightly disappointed.

“I’m not the type of guy who kisses someone without their consent,” he explained, his eyes shimmering with hope that maybe he was wrong, “It’s obvious you don’t feel the same way about me. Hell, you’re a virgin—you probably don’t even know what it is you’re sexually into.”

Hiro frowned angrily, his patience slowly starting to crumble.

Kyle continued, not even paying attention, “Sometimes, I wonder if you had a thing for your brother. The way you focus and talk about him, even when he’s dead is almost unbearable. I don't know the guy, and I’m sure he was a great, but…do I really need to complete with someone who isn’t even here anymore? Or do you want to play pretend?”

That’s when Hiro snapped, bursting into rage.

“Don't assume anything of me without me saying anything about it first!” he soon argued, catching the young chef off guard. Hiro contemplated on what to say, speaking further, “You think you just see a guy who’s a mess without his big brother to take care of him? Well, I’m not! I could make my own decisions! I don’t need you to think you’re just around to take his job! You’re in my life because you’re the annoying jerk who made it possible for me to even want to be here in the first place! You think me having an allergic reaction is going to stop that from happening now? If that’s the case, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought when I first met you!”

Hiro soon got up during his frenzy, grabbing his bag and quickly dashing out the door. Kyle reacted instantly, grabbing the teen’s wrist before he could even make it out the threshold. Before Hiro could react, Kyle’s lips were slammed against his. His shoulders were held tightly into place, submitting into the kiss like an instant cure for his itch. Kyle slithered his tongue inside his mouth, knocking into his buckteeth. He licked and teased the gap, gracefully rubbing a bit of his spittle on it. Hiro’s tongue was finally his to taste, anticipating the moment ever since the movie theater. The friction between their tongues was intense, developing thin strings of saliva to fall between them when separating each time for air.

Hiro’s face was completely flushed, trembling slightly from the overwhelming hold. He got on his tippy-toes, reaching for more. He shoved his smaller tongue right back into Kyle’s, claiming dominance for a short second before cowering back. Kyle’s lips were so deep into his that he thought he was going to eat him up. During the whole ordeal, Kyle made sure to keep his eyes open. He wanted to remember this moment, and be lost in it. He soon began to close them, his eyelashes tickling against Hiro’s cheeks. Their noses gently poked each other, fitting their faces comfortably like a puzzle. For someone who was a virgin, Kyle was quite impressed. Hopefully Hiro’s stamina will be proven worthy for future activities to come after all.

At that moment, their eyes open, breaking the spell they were under. Hiro withdrew almost in fright, gasping in disbelief at his own action. This wasn’t something he could easily handle right now, not with Tadashi’s face replaying over and over in his head. He tried to shake the image off though, not wanting to hurt Kyle of the wrong idea. Even so, the damage was done. There was an influx of questions running through his mind, and not enough time for his huge brain to answer them all. This wasn’t anything he had even considered in happening, but it did. What was more baffling to him, was that he liked it—for what reason—he had no clue.

Kyle noticed the frantic shift in his eyes, knowing all too well what that meant. He needed to act fast, not wanting him to flee.  

He approached him, lifting his hand cautiously. “Hiro?” he asked, needing him to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he said, avoiding eye contact, “I should go. I need time to think…I…I can't do this right now. If I stay, I might end up kissing you again.”

Kyle gave a wounded chuckle. “Is that really a bad thing?” he asked, trying to persuade him in allowing it to happen.

Hiro looked up at him apologetically. “When you look at me like that, it is,” he said, stabbing his own heart, “Especially when I don’t know what it means.”

“That makes the two of us,” he added, glaring at nothing in particular, “Ever since we’ve met, I never knew what it meant.”

“It’s obvious we can’t be friends,” he said.

“No, it’s obvious we can’t,” he answered, craving for a cigarette like never before, “But don’t you dare make me your brother. He may have being your hero, but he was the one willing to go inside a fire and leave you behind—I wouldn’t. I won’t let anything happen to you, and tonight will be the last.”

“Kyle…” Hiro was stunned by his declaration, blushing immensely in regards of his quickening heart.

“Maybe you’re right, you should go,” he muttered, slipping out a pack of Davidoff, “Take time to ponder what I said, because starting tomorrow, I’m not your friend; I’m going to be much more. The question is, will you let me?”

Hiro bit his lip, not knowing how to answer. There was so much to consider, and with the way things were going, so much was about to change. This was obviously something he couldn’t figure out in one night. So he gave a clever alternative instead in how to respond.

He encouraged himself to smile, his lips still tingling from before. “You already have my answer, you figure it out,” he said, “You can’t always depend on the smart guy to cheat.”

He soon sprinted out the door, halting for a moment to speak, “Also, thanks. Despite you activating my allergy, you saved my life back there. Try to remember that next time,” he said, vanishing into the alley.

Kyle stood in awe from his words, nearly dropping his cigarette from his mouth. It sagged between his lips, keeping it steady before smiling like a fool.

He lit the bud, waving off the flame from his match. “Damn that kid,” he said, quite thrilled by the fact he used the term ‘next time’, “He could have at least given me a kiss goodnight. Next time it is then.”

Things became quiet between them after that, leaving the air stagnant and dense with their thoughts. Kyle drove around a corner and parked in front of an Asian convenient store he regularly went to. He turned off his bike and propped the stand to balance it from falling. Hiro took off his helmet, following Kyle’s example in placing it around one of the handles. The hum coming from the sign was buzzing lightly with a few flickers of letters going in and out. There was zaps due to the flies dumb enough to be drawn by it, causing Hiro to stare at the store suspiciously with disgust.

Kyle noticed and spoke sarcastically, “Sorry it’s not a fancy to your liking, my lord.”

Hiro buried his hands inside his pockets, letting out a snarky remark, “Seriously, you go here for your cigarettes? Bit of a dump, if you ask me.”

He shrugged. “I didn’t ask you,” he said with a deadpan look, “Besides, this is the only place that I know of that sells the brand I like.”

Hiro rolled his eyes and walked in before him. “Let’s just hurry up and go. I don’t want to owe you anymore than I have to. This night has already been troublesome enough without you needing to be there every time I turn around.” He pushed opened the door, setting off the bell above.

“Or when you’re in trouble,” Kyle soon whispered behind him.

Hiro paid him no mind though, strolling down the aisle with no clear set in mind on where to go. Kyle slipped out the roll of cash he confiscated from the boy genius and walked over to the counter. He whistled a soft tone, greeting the familiar clerk who already had his cigarettes prepared.  Davidoff was his all time favorite, as well as classic. It isn’t the sort of thing you would see in the shelves here, but the guy knew how to keep it well hidden and in stock. It gave Kyle the luxury of always having it saved for him, so he never could complain of it running out. It’s part of the perks in coming to a rundown corner store like this in the first place. Besides, he looked damn good smoking the joint, something no one can deny.

The clerk didn’t even dare ask where the money came from. The only thing that mattered to him was the payment. “The usual discount price.”

“$30.00, right?” Kyle asked.

He nodded in agreement.

“Always nice doing business with you, man.” He paid the clerk fifty, taking the pack eagerly into his pocket.

Hiro came up to the registrar, overhearing the price. “Geez, it costs that much? What’s the nicotine made of? Wine and Gold?”

Kyle leaned over, grabbing a bag of gummy bears while ignoring the teenager entirely. “Here, something for the kid.”

Hiro persisted to grumble. “I don’t eat gummy bears,” he lied, “You’re just wasting more of my money by getting it.”

“Oh, stop it. If you could have your own vending machine of these things, you would get like five bags a day,” Kyle argued smoothly, opening the pack of Davidoff while receiving his change.

He waved at the clerk, bidding his farewell while forcing Hiro to go outside. They got out and were met with the smell of rain in the air. Kyle immediately took out his lighter and ignited the tip to his joint. He inhaled a good amount of tobacco before letting out a steam of smoke through his mouth—this definitely hit the spot.

“Man, I needed that,” he said.

Hiro was repulsed by the smell. “I can’t believe how much you paid for that. It doesn’t even last a few days.”

He shrugged. “I’m a regular here; the actual price is a lot worse.”

“You really should quit though,” he offered, staring down at his feet.

“And you should quit bot fighting,” he said, smoking causally with ease.

“I did, I just…I needed to relieve some stress.”

“Last time I checked, there’s usually sex for that.” Kyle chuckled, noticing the faint red glow that appeared on Hiro’s cheeks. “Hahaha, you’re such a virgin.”

“So what? You going to keep making fun of me about it?”

“It’s just friendly banter, no need to get upset about it. I mean, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was eighteen.”

Hiro actually seemed shocked by the information. “What? Really?”

“Yeah, wasn’t anything special,” he said.

Somehow, Hiro felt glad that it wasn’t. His eyes softened, and gave Kyle a look he only hoped wasn’t too obvious.

“So, how was it?” he asked sheepishly.

Kyle did his best to act oblivious. “How was what?”

“The sex,” he said, his heart beating rapidly for mentioning the word.

“I rather keep the details pg-13,” he said, silently regretting the topic, “Besides, I lied, I lost it at fourteen.”

Hiro’s nose flared and lightly punched Kyle in the gut. “You jerk! And here I was thinking I was normal!”

Kyle laughed at the weak blow. “You’re not normal at all. What kind of kid your age is a senior at college? I think that’s pretty amazing than losing your cherry.”

He bit his lip, knowing what he said was true. Even now, being around Hiro felt like a breath of fresh air. It’s like his lungs could actually breathe. However, despite the swell in his chest, there was always a lump inside his throat that kept reminding him how odd this relationship has come to be. The most logical tactic he could think of was calling him a kid. By doing that, he was able to stop himself from pouncing on the boy. If he did, he would probably scar him for life. The fact that he looked like his brother, Tadashi, didn’t help at all either.

‘Fuck, how much I hate my luck,’ he mused within his mind, staring indirectly at Hiro’s lips, ‘Thank God for this cigarette.’

To distract himself from letting his libido from taking over, Kyle snatched the bag of gummy bears from his pocket and tossed it over to Hiro. He caught it while stumbling back from the sudden weight in his hands.

“Let’s just go,” Kyle said, flicking his cigarette away after finishing it, “Before it pours down on us.”

“Okay,” Hiro answered, nodding in agreement. He looked down at the bag, whispering with a rasp, “Thanks for getting the candy for me…it actually is my favorite.”

Kyle hoisted himself over onto his bike, beckoning Hiro to do the same. “Yeah, I know. You were just being the little shit that you are,” he said, chuckling deeply with a soft rumble inside his voice.

Hiro grinned and ran over to take his seat behind Kyle. “Wouldn’t be fun if I wasn’t,” he said, almost flirtatiously.

Kyle’s ears didn’t miss the sound of his tease, wondering if Hiro really knew what he was getting himself into. They both put on their helmets, driving down the street of Fransokyo with no actual direction in mind. The smart thing would be dropping Hiro back off to his aunt before she began her own search party looking for him. God knows what she’ll do to him when she finds out about the bot fighting—best not let her find out. Light drizzle of rain started to fall from the sky, sprinkling over the road. Soon, it began to downpour, soaking them to the bone and making it harder for Kyle to drive.

It would be too dangerous to ride any further when Aunt Cass’s shop was still on the other side of town.  The weather gradually hastened, making it impossible for Kyle to wipe the vision of rain from his face. When he thought about it, not like his restaurant was that far off; they could stay there until the storm clears. And do what exactly? Kyle had several colorful ideas in mind, imagining certain positions he knew he was going to hell for.

“Hey, Hiro?” he called out to him, carefully decreasing his speed.

Hiro lifted his head up, blinking rapidly in order to protect his eyes from the rain. “Yeah?” he asked, becoming confused when spotting the restaurant ahead, “Wait a minute, why are we here?”

“You don’t expect me to drive with it raining like this, do you?” Kyle asked, immediately parking his bike by the entrance.

“Well, no, but….” Hiro couldn't even form the words he wanted to say.

“We’ll just stay here until it stops,” he said, “You’re not afraid of spending the night with me, are you?” Though honestly, it was Kyle who should be nervous—he was secretly yearning to seduce the boy!

“Tsk, no, but don’t blame me if Aunt Cass wants to cut you into little pieces and bake you into one of her recipes,” he said, hesitantly following along.

This night sure was unfolding differently than Hiro had intended. They entered the bar area of the diner with Kyle leading the way. Rain fell heavily onto the roof, installing a mood that was hard to predict. This was way too close for comfort; even more so by the next words that came out of Kyle’s lips.

When they entered the employees’ locker room, he spoke firmly without faltering, “Take off your clothes.”

“Wait…what?” Hiro practically shouted in alarm, not expecting the demand.

“Relax, dummy. Just your hood and shirt,” he said, already stripping his own layers off, “We need to hang them up to dry or else we’ll get a cold.”

Hiro buried his face inside the neckline of his hoodie. “What if I don’t want to?” he said, his eyes gazing hungrily at the muscle tone of Kyle’s exposed back.

“Fine, then I’ll undress you,” he teased—you could literally hear his smirk.

The young male blushed madly in embarrassment, shielding his body away as reflex, “Fine! I’ll take them off!” he yelled.

Kyle turned up the heat to the thermostat, laying his clothes neatly to the side so they can get dry. He could hear Hiro shuffling out of his clothes, trying to drown out the image of him naked by the graceful rhythm of the flood outside.  For Hiro, it wasn’t that much easier to resist. It was difficult not to stare at the older male’s chiseled body. He was lean, but wide, daring anyone to touch him. He licked his lips, thirsting for the wet dew of rain that fell carelessly down his captivating abs. Also, was that a patch of pubic hair he could see through the peak of his bellybutton and pants? God, how was he going to survive this?

Kyle snapped him out of his trance. “Hey, you done?” he asked.

Hiro rummaged his tongue across his chapped lips, carelessly tossing his clothes over to him. “Oh…um…yeah, here.”

He caught them and soon inspected Hiro’s physique. “Wow, you’re actually pretty skinny.”

Hiro scowled at the remark. “I prefer slender,” he stated defensively.

Kyle gave a suave like smile from the remark. “So do I,” he calmly said.

Hiro’s face resembled that of Baymax’s red armor, reaching all the way up to his ears. Kyle laughed and instantly found some towels for them to dry themselves in.

“Here,” he said, passing one to Hiro, “Something convenient that the restaurant keeps in storage.”

He took it with caution, quickly wrapping it around his shoulders. He felt way too exposed, even though he technically was. Kyle patted his all around his body, smiling the whole time. Hiro wondered if he knew what he was doing to him, gracefully sliding his hands in places he knew he shouldn’t be fantasizing about.  

Kyle spoke, throwing his towel to the side without any shame of his body, “So, you never did tell me why you were bot fighting. I thought you quit that sort of stuff since you joined college?”

“I did,” Hiro answered sheepishly, clinging to his towel even tighter.

“So, why do it again?” he probed.

“I don’t know; maybe I wanted some clarity that my brother really is gone,” he said, “And I have to face my mistakes without him there anymore to fix it. He always appeared when I needed him most.”

“Well, didn’t you realize that already? I mean, with everything you and your friends have gone through?” he asked, “I don’t see how anything could have changed.”

“Something did change,” he said.

Kyle studied his expression, gulping eagerly with a step forward to him.

“I met you,” Hiro finished, stepping back, “And you look so much like him. The fact that you came tonight to get me out of the bot fight makes it even harder.”

“I’m not your brother, Hiro,” he said, almost agitated.

“No, I know you’re not,” he answered, feeling ashamed for even comparing the two, “But your actions sometimes don’t help.”

“Well, my apologies for caring about you,” he alleged, pressing further, “Not like you made my life any easier either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You did follow me when we met.”

“Only because I thought I was imagining things and thinking you were Tadashi.”

“Well, we cleared that, I’m not. So why keeping thinking it?”

“I’m not! It’s totally different of how I feel now!”

Kyle advanced over to Hiro without even realizing it, pinning him between the steel counter and himself. He easily towered over him, diminishing Hiro’s height despite his rapid growth lately. The sixteen year old felt small and clumsily dropped his towel to the floor. He was caught off guard by the sudden closeness, sweating nervously. Kyle’s breath was hot on his cheeks, setting off alarms inside his head. He clung to the back of the counter for support, desperately searching for a way to escape before he did something he would regret.

“And how do you feel now?” Kyle asked, his features softening to that of a lover.

“Why does it matter?” Hiro retorted sourly, “Not like it’ll work out. Since all you see is some annoying kid who just causes you trouble anyway; despite the fact that I’m smarter than you.”

Kyle scuffled out a chuckle. “There goes that sass again, you really are a kid.”

“Stop calling me that! It’s not like you’re that much older than me!” he complained, nearly losing his temper, “Last time I checked I’m sixteen—seventeen even, in a few months!”

“Maybe not, but it’s my way of dealing with things,” he said, bowing his head down in shame, “If I could look at you like that, you won’t have to suffer.”

The meaning to his words perked Hiro’s interest.

“Suffer from what?” he asked forlornly, trying to understand.

“This,” he said, greedily claiming the teen’s open mouth.

Hiro’s gasp was cut short, his eyes bulging in mixture of distress and disbelief. Kyle’s lips were warm and strong, and he welcomed it entirely. He tasted like tobacco with a hint of pepper, overwhelming his senses to the brink of insanity. He causally bit Hiro’s lower lip, earning a moan out of him. It was his was way in asking to continue, craving to taste his vulnerable body. Hiro was left dazed and confused, not knowing what to do—but he nodded anyway. He just wanted more, every inch of him if he could. All the doubts he had before meant nothing compared to Kyle’s demanding lips.

Was this even real?

Kyle hugged Hiro to him, allowing their bodies to touch. Hiro shivered from the raw contact, never feeling someone this closely naked before against him. He brought his hands up around his shoulders in order to hoist himself up around Kyle’s waist. They both fell back onto the counter, relishing the cold material against their scorching bodies. Hiro’s phone fell out of his pocket and onto the floor, ignoring the multiple text messages and calls he was probably receiving from Aunt Cass. Kyle groaned loudly, anxiously deepening the kiss. He drove his tongue inside Hiro’s willing mouth, gliding it gently along his lips. Hiro’s tongue quivered from the relentless friction, rubbing it along innocently in response. It was obvious he’s never done this before, and Kyle felt relieved by that. There was a bit of pride knowing he was possibly Hiro’s first kiss—and if things continued the way they were going, probably even more.

“Kyle….” Hiro rasped, feeling something hard knock right into his thighs.  

“Fuck…” Kyle whispered in exasperation, sensing Hiro’s own hard-on peak into his.

The younger male blushed heavily from the growth, gazing down in allure of how big Kyle’s bulge was compared to his own. His libido roared, causing him to lift his hips upwards into his partner’s. It was exhilarating, sending them both over the edge of ecstasy. Hiro nipped at Kyle’s own lips, becoming a fast learner on how to entice him—he wasn’t a genius for nothing. It gave him positive results, allowing their tongues to meet once more in a sauce of saliva. Kyle’s tongue took full control, flicking it generously across Hiro’s while eagerly grinding his hips right into his. Needless to say, this caused the young teen to gasp. He closed his eyes in pure bliss, relishing the soft thrust as if he was already inside him. It was at this point he didn’t even care if he just fucked him right there.

‘No, have control, Hiro!’, he mentally scolded, disgracefully wanting more.

The fact that they were both men felt so odd to him. He wasn’t sure if he could exactly go through with all this yet. The moment Kyle’s lips started to travel down his neck though, all his doubts vanished. Kyle gently bit around his shoulder blades, leaving a trail of dampness with his tongue. It was tantalizing sinful; it felt like he was creating circles of black magic all across his flesh, claiming him to be his and no one else.  Hiro forced him in closer, lifting his legs even higher around his broad back. Kyle took notice of the invitation, taking a nipple inside his mouth. He sucked roughly over the flat plane, memorized by how soft and smooth it was. Hiro felt embarrassed by the gesture, considering the type of ministration was usually for women—not that he was complaining.

Kyle bit the tip, sending off tremors into Hiro’s frail body. He let his hands join in, groping every possible skin he could find. There were patches of sweat everywhere, boiling the lover beneath him alive with a fever that was hard to dispel. He left bite marks in the most precious areas, lowering his head so his tongue could swirl around his sunken belly button. Hiro felt like he was going to burst, his member twitching in sync with Kyle’s for release.

“Kyle, I can’t…!” Hiro griped, hating how weak he sounded.

The older male stared at his companion with sympathetic eyes. “You never done this before, have you? I could tell just by how sensitive you are.”

“Of course I haven’t!” he retorted breathlessly, “I feel like I’m about to pass out…”

“Not yet you’re not,” he teased, his eyes turning devilish.

Hiro lay stunned by the intoxicating stare, becoming dazed by how captivating he looked. This was going too far, and before he could say anything Kyle started unbuckling his pants. Damn, he was hard, his erection nearly ripping through the boxers. Hiro felt so captive in his that he struggled to get his own pants off. Kyle chuckled at his attempt, knowing his weight over him was causing hindrance.

“Need help with that?” he asked suavely.

“No, I got this…” he gritted with frustration, hastily trying to unbutton the hedge.

“Then you won’t mind me doing this,” Kyle said, his lips too engrossed by Hiro’s neck.

“No…. don’t!” he squeaked, moaning sweetly in annoyance, “I can’t concentrate when you do that!”

“Hahaha, that’s the point,” he declared, tweaking his small nipples between his callous fingers.

He soon replaced his hands with his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across the small knob. Hiro’s hairless body was like a drug to him, craving more by each taste he took—dare he say it—it was better than Davidoff. Kyle’s hot staff pressed into Hiro’s stomach, adding pressure by each roll of his hips. He pressed his palm into Hiro’s groin, groping generously with an affectionate squeeze. Safe to say, this drove the teen over the edge, practically sobbing between pants. The sensation was too unreal, considering he’s never been touched there before. Kyle brushed his thumb over Hiro’s lips, wiping the bit of drool that was left there from their feverous kisses. He was wheezing like a fish out of water, giving Kyle the access he needed to stick two fingers inside his mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded gently.

Hiro seemed reluctant at first, but proceeded anyway—one good look from Kyle’s dark eyes was all he needed to comply.

He slurped his fingers warmly with his saliva, licking between the two digits. It was seductive, and something Kyle didn’t expect him to perform so well on—must come from all those sweets he eats. His sucks were slow and tender, picturing them to be Kyle’s thick member instead.  While he was distracted in pleasing Kyle’s wishes, the older male had his own agenda to act upon. He used his hand that was free and started to strip Hiro’s pants off, dragging his boxers down along with it. The sudden breeze caught Hiro’s attention almost immediately, stopping him from what he was doing. He glanced down, spotting his shaft in its full glory. Kyle’s arousal sparked even higher from the sight of it. It obviously wasn’t huge, but it held a firm growth of any male.

“That’s not fair!” Hiro blared, doing his best to cover himself.

Kyle grabbed his wrists though and pinned them down beside his head.

“Relax, I’ll show you mine just as you shown me yours. It’s only fair, right?” he said, grinning handsomely in a low tenor that was hard to resist.

“Kyle…” Hiro pleaded, his eyes showing fear for the first time since they started.

The look actually startled Kyle, almost like he just committed the ultimate crime.

“Hiro, if this is too much…I can stop,” he said, his eyes holding a bit of guilt, “Though it’ll be hard…. literally.”

“Well, it’s just…I don’t think I’m ready to take it that far yet,” he answered truthfully.

Kyle bowed his head down and gave a mellow laugh. “Funny how you say that, since this is my first time doing this sort of thing with a dude.”

“Wait...what?” Hiro exclaimed, quite confused.

“All my other experiences has always been with women,” he said, gazing down at him to see his reaction.

“Hold on, you mean…you’re not gay?” Hiro asked in bafflement.

“Nope, never actually thought about dating a guy before…guess you’re that special,” he explained, smiling affectionately, “All I ever had were girlfriends.”

Hiro couldn’t tell if he should be happy or upset by the confession.

“Is that so?” he mumbled, glancing downwards with a hint of distaste.

Kyle leaned down and snuck in a kiss. “Why? Jealous?” he asked, a smirk spreading across his face.

“No…”

“Well, are you going to keep me waiting? Do you want me to stop or not?” he enquired curiously.

Hiro was having a mental crisis in his head to even answer. He just discovered he might be gay for someone who was probably straight to begin with! Hell, he didn’t even know he was into guys until now—but probably only for Kyle.

“I don’t…but this all still new to me,” he said, “Is there a way to do this without going all the way?”

Kyle smiled reassuringly. “Of course, here, just relax and let me show you.”

And in that second, Kyle and Tadashi’s faces began to blur. Hiro calmly watched Kyle slip off his pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor with a loud plop. There pointed directly at him was the tip of his bud. This was another man’s naked body, one that he could easily mistake to being his brother. Hiro tried to crush the thought, becoming memorized by the solid details of Kyle’s cock instead. He truly was sinking deeper into this than what he originally intended to, his lips watering from the sight.

Kyle pressed his forehead onto Hiro’s damp one. “Don’t look away. Look at me and nothing else,” he said in a husky tone.

Hiro obliged to his command, taking in his features as he quietly tried to break it apart. All he could see was Tadashi’s face, his death affecting him in a way he knew he could go to hell for. That wasn’t it though; this wasn’t his brother—it was Kyle! He closed his eyes for a moment, believing and convincing himself that this was completely rational. Yes, he loved his brother, and he cursed Kyle for questioning it in being something more. It was difficult to accept his attraction towards him when they basically look like twins.

“Hiro, look at me…!” Kyle hissed, nearly pleading.

He did, snapping his eyes open at the dark pools of his brother’s doppelganger. When he took the time, they really weren’t all that alike in appearance. For instance, Kyle’s eyebrows were thicker, his face more angular to his sharp nose. The evidence was clear; Tadashi’s face being rounder and more innocent within his memories of him. Their hairs had slightly different styles, despite the similar lengths. It was almost stupid for Hiro to believe they were one and the same. He missed his brother so much he almost had corrupted it, hurting another that he grew—dare he say—to love in the process. Of course, that word was still a little too early to tell; but hey, it was a theory he believed to be true.

Before Hiro could say anything remotely of how he felt right now, Kyle silenced him with the force of his lips. He delivered his kiss lightly, gradually opening Hiro’s mouth with each passionate stroke of his tongue. Just then, his hand reached down between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around their hardened dicks.  Hiro winced with elation, finding their lengths linked together in Kyle’s hold as he began to stroke. The sharp gasp Hiro made transformed Kyle’s eyes to darken with lust. Even the expression he made that was a mixture of pain and pleasure was turning him on to no end.

The veins around their pulsating members fit together like a puzzle—one bigger than the other. Their tips rubbed over each other by each pump Kyle made. It was one of the most erotic things he’s ever done, pressing his hips into Hiro’s with an aching need of release. Hiro’s legs shivered from the double hand-job, panting loudly with each fondle. Kyle thrust forward, sending their cocks upward in union. Their tips’ kissed, alerting a bit of sperm to drizzle out from Hiro. The pre-cum leaked over Kyle’s hand, giving him the lubricant he needed to pump faster.

Hiro bucked his body forward, sweat breaking off his tender skin. Kyle’s hand was rough from years of working inside the kitchen, smothering their cocks together skillfully with each simple shake. Their naked bodies melded together, sticking like paste from all the perspiration. Kyle rapidly began to stroke even faster, driving his hand back and forth without any form of resistance. Hiro’s groin boiled, urging him to erupt at any given moment when the trigger was right. Kyle had to give him props for hanging on this long without ejaculating—he had more willpower than he thought. He gave a feral growl, his chest rumbling with desire from wanting to stick his erection into his partner’s rear.

He gripped Hiro’s cock tightly, urging more cum to come out. The poor kid couldn’t even control the squirts, allowing every drop to spill. It scorched them both, leaving Kyle’s hand warm and wet. The sound of sopping flesh being pounded could be heard throughout the room, overpowering the rain. They created a rhythm, recording it into their heads for future orgasms to come. Hiro’s moans became louder, his mouth never closing during each sob he made. He threw his head back, panting weakly with each graceful thrust of his crush’s touch.

Kyle masturbated harder, straightening out the wrinkles to their cocks until there was nothing but a smooth plane between them. He grinned with pride, already feeling Hiro’s climax building. For Hiro, he was still speechless on the fact he was able to pleasure them both with just one hand. Kyle flicked his thumb around their swollen tips, urging their erections to twitch wildly. The anticipation of an orgasm was definitely close, teasing Hiro to shout at any moment when it did. Just the whole situation and position of being underneath Kyle was enough to bring him to his peak. He was truly at his mercy, embracing each fondle like a gift of upcoming liberation. It was intense and intoxicating, his member twitching anxiously for them to cum together.  

Hiro’s body soon began to burn up, sending off flares throughout his entire body. The overwhelming heat sprung from his pouch all the way up through the tube of his shaft. Kyle felt the explosion, initiating his own climax. Their semen came out hot and fast, scattering all over Hiro’s body like a mass of white paint. Hiro gasped from the amount that poured out, rushing his hands forward to block it all from staining his glistening skin. Kyle moved his hands away though and pinned them down, kissing him hard on the lips. The younger male moaned pitifully in submission, relishing the chunks of their seeds over his heaving abdomen and chest. Kyle’s muscles flexed from the overpowering orgasm, squirting occasionally in aftermath. Hiro felt like his was drained out, emptying the last of his load along with him.

They parted their lips, tears filling in Hiro’s large eyes from the blissful feeling. Their foreheads touched, breathing heavily with sweat dripping down from the tip of Kyle’s nose. Hiro weakly brought his head up though and kissed him, shyly slipping out his tongue in recuperation. Kyle slithered his own tongue out and lazily rubbed it along his partner’s. They used this moment of intimacy to gain back their breathing and vision, seeing spots everywhere. The sound of rain was drowned out from the rapid beating of their hearts, slowly vanishing into nothing more than soft drips from a faucet.

Kyle collapsed on top of Hiro, casually resting his nude body into his. He kicked up his feet, deciding to roll over onto the steel counter next to him. He put his arms over his eyes, gulping nervously in silent. Hiro just kept his gaze up on the ceiling, trying to pick up the words that wanted to come out. He grazed his hands over his torso, gently gathering the fluids that were spilled earlier onto his fingertips. It was sticky like jelly, biting his lip curiously when taking some into his mouth. Kyle turned and caught him, blushing lightly from the soft moan he made when sucking his fingers clean. There was no telling if it was his or Kyle’s, only that it had an acquired taste—he hoped it was the latter.

He spit a little out of his mouth, swallowing the rest. “How am I going to explain this one to Aunt Cass?” he said, laughing a little over his upcoming doom.

“The truth,” Kyle said simply, having no shame in what they’ve done.

“Easy for you to say.” Hiro looked over at him, frowning lightly. “Besides the bot fighting, she’ll look at me differently having a…. relationship with a guy who looks exactly like my brother…not that I see you that way anymore after tonight.”

“If she loves you, then she’ll be fine with it,” he said, sighing softly, “Especially if it makes you happy.”

“It did,” he answered, blushing softly with his head burying over his shoulder, “It does.”

Kyle scooted over to him, wiping the bit of sweat off his brow. “You got to admit though; that was way better than bot fighting.”

Hiro shrugged with a ghost like smile. “It was…if you want to get all cocky about it.”

“Cocky is right,” Kyle said, taking amusement out of the word considering their situation.

“It helped a lot more with my aggression too,” he confessed, adjusting his body comfortably into Kyle’s, “I know who to come to now when that happens, even though you’re the one who caused it in the first place.”

“Who knows, maybe it helped me with mine as well,” Kyle confided warmly, “This is the first time I didn’t need a smoke after sex.”

Hiro’s eyes widened. “What really?” he asked.

Kyle grinned, brushing his lips lightly over Hiro’s, “You bet.”

They kissed, discarding all their fears to the side. It wasn’t anything erotic, just a simply touch, enough to get their hearts racing. They noticed the rain had stopped when they parted, knowing what they’ll eventually have to face tomorrow. Hiro usually never cared what people thought about him, but Kyle had become way too important to him to be judged for it now. One simple look from the man next to him though, and he knew everything was going to be fine—somehow anyway.

Kyle lifted himself up, his back enticing Hiro for another round. “We’re going to have clean ourselves up.”

“Right now?” Hiro asked, bringing himself up as well.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure this won’t be the last time we do this,” he said graciously.

Hiro blushed from the suggestive meaning to his words—it felt strangely satisfying as well to hear him say that.

“And if you’re ever ready to go further than this,” Kyle continued, having more to say, “All you have to do is tell me. I’m not going to push you for something you’re not ready for, Hiro,” he then shrugged, flirtatiously adding, “Besides ask you out on a date.”

“As friends?” he asked, not knowing what they were anymore.

“As a couple,” he clarified.

“You think that’s okay?” he questioned wryly, “I mean, we are two guys.”

“It’s the 21st century isn’t it?” Kyle countered, “Our relationship is normal just like anyone else’s. Okay?”

Hiro nodded, not daring to argue. “Okay.”

They got off the counter and decided to get themselves washed up. They used the best options available to them, given the fact they were in Kyle’s restaurant. It was enough though, collecting their belongings before deciding to get dressed. Hiro picked up his phone and saw all the missed messages he had. It reminded him the eventual scorning he was about to receive. However, with Kyle’s presence, he allowed himself a moment to breathe.