Yuuichi woke up at about nine in the morning on his hospital bed. It was a peaceful sleep, and it seemed he woke up to a lovely morning as well. The sun rays shone into the room from the hospital windows, inviting a warm feeling into his often plain looking room. The curtains bristled from the light breeze outside, and Yuuichi could briefly smell the scent of flowers from the hospital garden. The dark blue haired eighteen-year-old boy smiled, the mole near his lips twitching along with the movement, and his brown eyes glistened with joy.

Today seems to be a good day... He thought to himself.

"Ah Yuuichi-kun, you're awake." A certain nurse called from his room's door. The boy, Yuuichi, turned his head from the window where the voice was, seeing the familiar purple hair and blueish eyes from his regular nurse, Fuyuka. "Good morning!" She said with a smile.

"Good morning, Fuyuka-san," Yuuichi replied in greeting as Fuyuka walked pass his bed and to his bedside to help lift the top half for the dark-haired boy to sit up.

"Any plans for today?" Fuyuka asked. Proceeding to move the wheelchair stationed at the corner of the room, to have it placed at the young lad's bedside, and nearer to the door for ease of mobility if Yuuichi wants to leave the room. His legs maybe unable to move, but he is strong enough to carry himself to and fro his wheelchair.

"Not right now. I think my younger brother is coming to see me in the evening, but that's all that I have for the day. Is there something going on?" Fuyuka giggled with mirth, causing Yuuichi to blink in confusion.

"We have a new patient who just got admitted here yesterday. I think you should meet him," Fuyuka said with an air of knowledge around her. Yuuichi continued his confused blinking at her, hoping she would explain in details to clear the questions in his head. "Things come when you least expect it. It might spark something special. Enjoy your breakfast, Yuuichi-kun." With that the purple-haired nurse left the room, leaving Yuuichi to ponder what she meant by that.

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"I'm bored, Yuuichi-san~" Amemiya Taiyou, a thirteen-year-old boy in the same pale blue hospital clothing as Yuuichi, with orange-hair styled like the sun, whined as he stretched out his arms across Yuuichi's bed from where he sat on the visitor's chair beside Yuuichi. He then took out a pencil and balanced it on the bridge between his nose and mouth, his aqua blue eyes narrowed in concentration. It was after lunch and the first-year Junior High student sneaked out of his room to accompany the young lad who was in the room beside his. Not that Yuuichi was bored, but he appreciated the younger's efforts since he was mostly stuck in his room.

"Taiyou-kun, I understand that you want to play soccer, but you've just finished your heart surgery after that match with Raimon Junior High. You shouldn't do any intensive activities." Taiyou puffed his cheeks in a pout, amazingly still balancing the pencil.

"I know, but I REALLY want to play soccer!"

"Taiyou-kun, please think of other things besides soccer. You've really made me worried when I saw you on the field yesterday." Taiyou flinched by the young lad's words, recalling his recent match between his school, Arakumo Academy, and Raimon Junior High that caused his already weak heart to worsen. He fixed his attention to Yuuichi, watching the brown in his eyes swirl in worry and disappointment. Taiyou dropped his head and lips to a frown, his eyes focused on his fingers fidgeting on his lap. He let the pencil fall on the bed. It did a light bounce before rolling a little and stopping near Yuuichi's leg.

"I'm sorry, Yuuichi-san. I didn't mean to worry you. I just really miss soccer." Yuuichi sighed heavily from his nose, his shoulders dropped from its tensed position. The older male believed the younger knew he had done wrong and need not be reprimanded. Although this same scene had happened several times too many that Yuuichi sometimes wondered if the younger knew the severity of his illness. The navy-haired boy answered with the same phrase he always said whenever this scene repeated itself.

"Please take care of your health. We've promised each other to play soccer together in the future once your heart and my legs are fixed." Yuuichi paused as he shifted his gaze elsewhere, reminiscing something far away, "And I don't blame you. I miss soccer too..." Yuuichi subconsciously rubbed his left knee which was his immobile leg, the one that was injured by the fall. This action did not miss Taiyou's eyes. The orange-haired boy quickly grasped the older boy's hands. The other lad looked up at Taiyou and noticed he had a determined look in his eyes.

"Yuuichi-san, I'm sorry for forgetting about our promise. I'll do my best to recover so that you won't have to worry anymore!" Taiyou gave a warm-hearted smile. Sensing that confidence, the navy-haired boy returned the smile and nodded his head. He would trust Taiyou that he would set on healing his health this time.

"Alright, Taiyou-kun."

"Anyway Yuuichi-san," Taiyou diverted the conversation as he removed his hands from Yuuichi's and placed them palms down on the bed, "I've heard there's a new patient from Raimon in the hospital." Taiyou grinned with his teeth. Yuuichi blinked in confusion similar to his response with Fuyuka that morning. So the new patient mentioned by Fuyuka is from Raimon? Could it be they are in the soccer club too? He was unaware that a student from the same school as his brother was in the hospital. At the same time, what are the chances if it was someone from the soccer club? Not understanding what was going on, Yuuichi decided to voice his question.

"From Raimon?"

"The new patient is Raimon Soccer club's captain, Shindou Takuto!" Taiyou lifted his arms like he was displaying whatever was up in the sky. Yuuichi stared at his hospital friend. Shindou Takuto? The second-year Raimon captain? The team that helped his younger brother, Tsurugi Kyousuke, enjoy soccer again. Yuuichi instantly felt a sense of curiosity and felt like meeting him. He wanted to thank his brother's teammate for letting him fit in and play the soccer that both brothers love. Although, why was the captain of the Raimon soccer team admitted to hospital? He did not get injured, did he? Yuuichi was only able to watch the broadcast of the Holy Road match on television and was unaware of any other person hurt as the viewing ended once the match was over. The only ones who probably knew the outcome would be the people who were physically at the scene. His brother was unable to inform him of any updates as visiting hours were over by the time the caravan reached Inazuma town.

"Shindou-kun? Why is he here? Is he alright?" Yuuichi asked his question in concern. Taiyou returned to his previous sunken mood.

"He fainted after our match. It seemed he pushed himself too hard after getting hurt during it..." Taiyou flinched again once Yuuichi's frowned in disapproval, "I-it's isn't my fault, Yuuichi-san!"

"All you soccer freaks and your passion for soccer..." Yuuichi sighed in disappointment, in which Taiyou smiled warmly in response.

"You are one too you know, Yuuichi-sa- Eh?" Taiyou halted his teasing at his friend when the dark blue-haired boy pulled his wheelchair closer to his bedside, "Yuuichi-san?" The older of the two gave a determined smile on his face when he replied to the younger.

"Come on, let's go visit Shindou-kun."

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A brownish-grey, shoulder-length, wavy-haired boy was in his hospital room watching a soccer match on the television in front of him. He had maroon brownish eyes and had on a pale brown hospital gown different from the regular one due to his family status. It was then when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" He called. Maroon orbs followed the two new visitors who entered the room. One, he recognises as Amemiya Taiyou, was pushing the other in a wheelchair to the bedside. "Uhm. Can I help you two?"

"Hi, Shindou-kun! I'm Taiyou! Remember me from the previous match?" The patient of the room, now known as Shindou, replied.

"Y-yeah I remember you. It’s great to see that you're alright. Uhm...and you are?" Shindou referred to the blue-haired lad in the wheelchair, who smiled back as he replied,

"My name's Tsurugi Yuuichi. Nice to meet you, Shindou-kun." The brown-haired captain's eyes widened upon hearing the familiar surname of his teammate.

"Tsurugi?! Are you related to..."

"Yes. Kyousuke is my younger brother. Thank you for taking care of him." Shindou, upon hearing the senior thanking him, felt an immense sense of gratitude and firmly replied,

"Ah, it's nothing." Shindou waved his right hand back and forth in denial. He calmly placed both his hands on his blanket and smiled in return, "He's helped us score many of Raimon's goals. Without him, we wouldn't be able to reach the finals." Yuuichi's heartwarming smile widened upon hearing his younger brother's praises.

"Thank you, Shindou-kun. I hope Kyousuke's able to help Raimon to victory." Shindou's smile widened as well, pleased with the answer.

"I hope so too."

"Anyway, we're here to welcome you to Raimon General Hospital," Taiyou piped up from his spot behind Yuuichi. "The two of us are here in the hospital most of the time, so we're glad to see another familiar face!"

"He means that he's glad to find another soccer freak in this hospital," Yuuichi teased with an innocent smile on his lips.

"That's mean, Yuuichi-san!" Taiyou frowned at the navy-haired boy, his eyebrows narrowed towards each other to show his displeasure, although his eyes twinkled in merry as if he was not offended by the older lad's words. Yuuichi ignored the burning stare behind him and turned his head to slightly address Taiyou, a knowing smile on his face.

"At least I can control my love for it by staying in my room." The orange-haired boy's cheeks turned red by that comment. 

“Yuuichi-sannn!” His cheeks puffed out more in anger and embarrassment, while Yuuichi chuckled into his hands at his successful teasing. Meanwhile, Shindou sat on his bed staring at the scene in front of him in surprise. He was indeed shocked to find the brother of his most cool teammate teasing the kind and loyal captain of possibly the strongest team his team has ever faced. It was more shocking to see the kind and loyal captain react so cutely(?) to the teasing. Shindou subconsciously opened his mouth to mumble.

"You two...are very close." That comment made both boys turn their attention to Shindou. Yuuichi blinked in confusion, while Taiyou's eyes grew to the size of saucers and the redness on his face grew to cover his whole face.

"I-it's not like that?!" The blushing boy exclaimed.

"Is that so? Well, we are the only ones here who love soccer, so we tend to spend more time with each other. Taiyou-kun is the one coming to my room most of the time though." The innocent smile on Yuuichi appeared back on his face.

"Y-y-Yuuichi-san!" If Taiyou's cheeks could flush any stronger, it was this moment. He buried his face into his hands, trying inevitably to hide his red face. Shindou, finding the Arakumo Academy's captain flustered amusing, started laughing along with Yuuichi.

"S-Shindou-san, you too?!"

"S-sorry! You're acting very differently from how you were during our match. Yuuichi-san brings this side of you very well," Shindou hinted in amusement, which flew over Yuuichi's head but caught Taiyou's attention.

"Shindou-san! Stoppppp!" Even if Yuuichi did not catch the hint by Shindou, he was still bemused by his orange-haired friend. He watched as Taiyou tried to physically force down his blush to no avail. It was funny to see his friend appear so flustered, but Yuuichi thought it was time to tone down their teasing on the first-year.

"Alright, I think it's almost five soon. Kyousuke is going to visit me later so I have to get back." Yuuichi once again rotated his head to the boy behind him. "Taiyou-kun, could you help me back to my room? We can continue talking to Shindou-kun tomorrow." A red tinge of red was still present on the orange-haired captain after he removed his hands from his face, much to the amusement to the other two. Taiyou nodded, mind in a mild blur from the constant teasing by his seniors. He quickly recovered, grabbed the handle of Yuuichi's wheelchair and pushed him towards the door. Both visitors rounded their heads back to wave goodbye to the Raimon captain. "Goodbye, Shindou-kun." Yuuichi said first.

"See you tomorrow, Shindou-san!" Taiyou followed. With that, the door closed shut, leaving Shindou alone in his room once more. The Raimon captain settled comfortably on his bed and continued watching the television.

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The two patients were making their way down the hall to the lifts to go down a level where their rooms were located.

"Are you alright, Taiyou-kun? Sorry for teasing you earlier," Yuuichi asked in concern, his head stayed facing forward as it was a bit hard to turn his head around to look at Taiyou while the wheelchair was moving.

"I-I'm fine, Yuuichi-san! Don't worry about me!" Taiyou shuttered out in embarrassment. Yuuichi did not believe the orange-haired boy but decided to patiently let it go.

"If you say so..."

"Taiyou-kun, Yuuichi-kun, there you two are!" The two boys looked up to find Nurse Fuyuka standing in front of them.

"Fuyuka-san?" Taiyou and Yuuichi called her with a querying tone in their voice.

"I was worried when I couldn't find both of you in your rooms, but I'm glad to see you two at this level." The nurse expressed her glee with her smile and turned her attention to Yuuichi. "You have met Shindou-kun, right? How is he, Yuuichi-kun? Did he meet your expectations?" Both boys blinked in confusion. Taiyou as he did not know what was going on, while Yuuichi had a tingling feeling he knew what she was referring to. He opened his mouth to ask,

"Fuyuka-san, the special patient...is Shindou-kun?" Fuyuka nodded in reply.

"He's your brother's teammate. I thought you might want to get to know him. Except Taiyou-kun beat me at introducing the both of you. I was thinking of letting you two meet at one of the lounges."

"I see. I'm glad Kyousuke has kind team members to rely on. It's relieving to hear that. Even if we didn't get to meet as you would've wanted, thanks for informing me about him," Yuuichi voiced what he had felt. He was indeed relieved to know that his younger brother is doing well and to have met Shindou. He's grateful towards Fuyuka and Taiyou for getting him to meet the brownish-grey haired boy.

"You're welcome." Yuuichi and Fuyuka gave each other a thankful smile.

"Eh? Fuyuka-san, why didn't you tell me about Shindou-san? I want to meet him too!" The purple-haired nurse had her lips in a frown.

"You've already met him in the match, Taiyou-kun..." Fuyuka then had her hands on the sides of her hips in an angry stance.

"Also, you found out through sneaking out, didn't you? What did I tell you about resting?"

"Hehehe..." Taiyou chuckled weekly. Fuyuka sighed before she spoke,

"Well, let's bring you two back to your rooms. Visiting hours are starting soon." Fuyuka made her way to the back of Yuuichi's wheelchair, in which Taiyou stepped aside to give space for the nurse. The three of them made their way back to their rooms. All the while, Yuuichi had a pleased smile on his face.

Today is a good day.

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"Matsukaze." Tenma was in her classroom listening to Haruna's history lesson when a voice from her right called her. She turned her head, meeting Tsurugi's eyes, and couldn't stop the flush showing up on her cheeks. He looks kinda good looking with that stern stare. Girls like the bad boy type, don't they? W-what am I thinking?!

"Ah...yes?" Tenma whispered, so that Otonashi-sensei wouldn't hear them.

"I forgot my textbook. Can we share?" Tsurugi asked. Tenma recalled him saying that they were partners and that they could help each other out. Tsurugi had never carried a bag now that Tenma noticed. He probably was leaving books in his locker, but why does he not have all the books in his locker?! Tenma wondered.

"Oh, no problem. But how do we do that? We can't join tables."

"Put it on the floor." Tsurugi replied, pointing to the space in between them. Tenma did exactly that. She then went back to looking at the board as Haruna wrote something down. Tenma copied what was on the board into her notebook. There was a still silence between them, until a few minutes later when Tenma heard Tsurugi grunting, "God, I can't see the words." Tenma turned her head back to the boy beside her who was looking down at her textbook. She copied where his glaze was and immediately understood what he meant. The words were really small from this distance. Too small to even make out the words printed on the pages. The only thing noticeable would be the pictures, but it didn't help much with understanding the lesson.

It was then when Haruna told the class to read their textbooks for better understanding of the chapter. Because the words are super small, they both had to bend down for a closer look at the book. And because they had to bend down, their heads were really close to each other. Tenma did not notice the closeness between them at first. Only when Tsurugi flipped a page and Tenma took a glance up at him due to reflex, that she found that their faces were too close to each other. Tenma had to fight off her blush from forming on her face. Luckily, Tsurugi was too busy with the book to notice Tenma's situation.

"So, how was history you guys?" Aoi asked during the break,

"It was awesome! We get to learn about Japan's past! Otonashi-sensei made it so interesting! She's my favourite teacher already!" Shinsuke immediately answered. Aoi nodded, agreeing with her statement. It was yesterday when Haruna taught her class history, and she too found it interesting through her teaching. She focused her attention to Tenma as she had not answered yet. Her friend looked like she was in a daze.

"What about you, Tenma?"

"Uhm...I understood her lesson and her teaching was very interesting. Also, Tsurugi didn't bring his book today." Aoi's jaw dropped. Not only were her thoughts about the lesson seemed like she was not interested in the topic, but also when she heard the mention of a certain bully, the liveliness in her voice appeared, like she was more interested about Tsurugi.

Shinsuke, on the other hand, didn't have any reaction to what Tenma said, mostly because of the phone call yesterday from Tenma where Shinsuke told that she trusted her judgement of Tsurugi, she also did have to agree with Tenma about the change in Tsurugi's personality as she noticed he was not bullying anybody in the same class as him unlike in elementary school.

"T-Tenma! Do you know what you are saying!?" Aoi questioned,

"Ah yeah...I-I know I'm talking about Tsurugi, but he's really a nice guy now!" Aoi sighed, she had given up trying to change her friend's mind. After her apology on the phone before bed yesterday, Aoi started to understand why Tenma had a different impression of Tsurugi than before. Her classmates were also saying that Tsurugi changed too, and seemed a lot nicer now. He still kept to himself, but the bullying stopped and instead, he was nicer to people. Aoi was still skeptical about it and was just worried about her friend.

"I understand Tenma. I'm just worried about you that's all."

"I know Aoi." They both smiled at each other, knowing that this problem was solved. They went back to the topic, about Tsurugi that is,

"So what happened with Tsurugi?" Aoi inquired,

"He asked for my textbook to share. I placed it on the floor as we can't join tables without Otonashi-sensei finding out."

"He asked you really nicely didn't he?" Shinsuke finally spoke,

"Yeah, he asked, 'Can we share?' in the kindest voice I know!" Tenma answered by trying to imitate Tsurugi's voice. Her high pitch voice failed her though.

"Hmm...Tsurugi is starting to become quite popular in my class. Some of the girls in my class are crushing on him already." Aoi started another topic about the navy blue haired boy, suddenly remembering a conversation she had overheard the day before. Shinsuke jumped to gain the attention of the other girls,

"Our class too! You know that maroon haired girl, Aira? She sits beside me. Aira-chan asked me how she should confess to Tsurugi after seeing my confession to Shindou-senpai!"

"Wow...I never knew him changing could cause him so much popularity." Tenma commented,

"You might never know, he might rise up to be popular like Shindou-senpai in the future." Aoi guessed. The bell rang which is the signal for the end of their break. "Ah! Time to go. See you guys later!"

"Bye Aoi!" The two best friends waved at the blue haired girl as she ran back to her classroom, just like the other students running around the hallway, getting back to class.

"Ah~! No homework today!" Tenma stretched her arms high into the air, her back ache from sitting too long and having to listen to the teachers boring talk. Tenma was really happy for having no homework for the day. Our brown haired girl was walking back home alone as Aoi and Shinsuke said that they wanted to take the no homework day as a free time to look for a club to join. Tenma, on the other hand, decided to just go back to Aki's manor and sleep till dinner time as it was not very often that junior high students get to have no homework for a day. Out of the blue, a flashback of Tsurugi asking for her textbook this morning flashed into her mind. She felt her cheeks heating up for no reason. Having this renewed Tsurugi seemed to be a good thing. Tenma was beginning to like this new Tsurugi.

Then a question came to mind. What made him changed? If this was a question in an exam, many people would have no idea of the answer and all might get this question wrong, except for Tsurugi that is. There were many possibilities for the sudden change, but there was one that seemed very likely and could account for the change in the two months break before their year started. His parents found out about his bullying and scolded him. Tsurugi realised his mistakes and decides to be nicer to others. However, most of the time, the boy would ignore scoldings and continue bullying others. Seriously, what made Tsurugi change so much? Tenma's head started to hurt from thinking so much. She closed her eyes and massaged her forehead. Once she reopen them, he spotted Tsurugi walking towards a hospital. Curious, she followed him.

Could it be that he has a family member in the hospital who had a serious illness? Maybe that was why Tsurugi decided to change, but that had to be someone really close to him. His mother perhaps? Hoping Tsurugi won't notice her, Tenma darted and hid behind many walls or plants that could hide her. Finally, seeing him entering a room. She hid behind a wall and listened in on their conversation.

"Nee-san." Tsurugi said in a really sweet and kind voice. Tenma's eyes flew open, she never knew that he had an older sister! Judging from the tone of voice, this elder sister must hold great importance to Tsurugi.

"Kyousuke!" Tenma heard a woman's voice. She had such a sweet and calming voice, totally opposite of Tsurugi. "You came!" Tenma imagine Tsurugi smiling. She heard a chair being dragged and someone, most probably Tsurugi, sitting down. They continued their conversation, "So how is school?"

"It's fine as always."

-Estas eran tus favoritas -Explicó, depositando con extremo cuidado las camelias de un suave tono rojizo sobre el regazo de su compañera. Esta solo sonrió con un brillo que no coincidía con el frágil cuerpo que debía estar en esa habitación de hospital, pasando las yemas de los dedos entre los coloreados pétalos. Tal vez la textura le ayudase a recordar.

-Son preciosas...esto...-Algo avergonzada, la sonrisa de la muchacha disminuyó, pasando de mirarle a evitar levantar la vista de las flores y el contraste de su color contra la manta. Sus memorias seguían estando bloqueadas, si alguna vez esa planta había tenido un significado especial, ahora le resultaba indiferente.

-Giris.

Por su propia expresión, nadie podría adivinar la impotencia que sentía. Tenía que conseguir que Meia recordase cuanto antes.

Sacó las doce cartas que había recibido cada mes hasta el día de hoy, enseñándole como las había guardado todas de verdad, a pesar de no saber el remitente ni que quería de él, no se había visto con corazón para tirarlas. La figura de Yuuichi, ahora recortada por el sol del atardecer, le parecía más cercana ahora que cuando la correspondencia había empezado a llegar.

-Ya veo...Me alegra saberlo -Sonrió, de esa forma que solo él sabía y era capaz de hacer revolotear mil mariposas en su estómago.

Sin previo aviso, dejó escapar la barandilla que lo había mantenido sujeto, cayendo irremediablemente al vacío.

Taiyou ni siquiera intentó detenerle y, ni triste ni frustrado, simplemente se giró para salir de la azotea. Ya había tenido tiempo para llorar.

Kaito siempre había sentido una atracción por los adornos. Recordaba con una sonrisa su juventud (no), como se decoraba el cabello con plumas que su madre había comprado como regalo de cumpleaños. No le habían gustado especialmente, pero no era tan mal hijo como para no darles uso, así que en poco tiempo se convirtieron en algo con lo que incluso dormía. Kaito nunca se imaginó sintiéndose traicionado por un accesorio.

-¿Qué es eso? -Preguntó con todo el veneno que fue capaz. Tal vez había bebido algo, pero no estaba todavía lo bastante borracho como para no reconocer el objeto delante suya. Solo le costaba enfocarlo.

Gendou suspiró, abriendo la caja de terciopelo y mostrando el anillo más bonito que Kaito había visto en su vida, con una capa de oro blanco y al menos una docena de minúsculos diamantes adornando de forma bastante llamativa. Precioso. Y caro, muy caro, de eso estaba seguro. De un manotazo, hizo caer la caja al suelo, saliendo el anillo de su estuche y rodando hasta debajo de un mueble. En ese momento le daba igual lo que le pasase al dichoso anillo o al dichoso estuche, se podían ir los dos al infierno por lo que le importaba.

-Vete -Siseó, levantándose para poder, por una vez, disfrutar de mirar por encima a...a ese. A veces pensaba que Gendou era una persona decente, después de todo lidiaba con él casi a diario, era inmune a sus pullas y no daba mucho la lata. A veces hasta lo quería. Por supuesto el niño de papá tenía que venir y restregarle por la cara su dinero, estropear cualquier tipo de cariño que pudiese sentir hacia él. Casi parecía ser un hobby.

Gendou no dijo nada al irse, simplemente se levantó y se fue, ni siquiera una queja por su comportamiento. Sin duda se metía con él, esperaba esa reacción por su parte. Chasqueando la lengua, se dejó caer sobre la cama, mirando a su alrededor durante unos segundos antes de cerrar los ojos con fuerza. Gendou no encajaba en su apartamento, pequeño y con humedades, con grietas en la pared y vecinos ruidosos en casi todas las plantas, donde lo que más se comía eran sobras o alimentos precocinados, lejos de ser capaces de satisfacer a un paladar hecho a los manjares más exquisitos. Gendou encajaba en un palacio y Kaito estaba bien con un apartamento cochambroso.

Estaría mintiendo si dijese que no había pensado en la escena en esos días, repitiendo cada detalle que el alcohol no se había encargado de difuminar (que no eran muchos, aunque ni estando sobrio se habría fijado en cosas como la posición de Gendou o el brillo en sus ojos) y preguntándose por qué Dios disfrutaba tanto castigándole de esa forma, no era tan mala persona. En un intento por ocupar su mente, Kaito había comenzado a hacer la tareas que llevaban tanto tiempo aparcadas. La colada se estaba amontonando y hacía tiempo que no barría el suelo o recogía un poco, no estaba huyendo de sus problemas, solo estaba adecentando su apartamento. Nada más empezar a barrer, se arrepintió de haber cogido la escoba.

Chasqueó la lengua en cuanto vio brillar el anillo, sacado por fin tras unos días debajo del mueble, resplandeciendo a pesar de la poca luz de la habitación. Era más bonito ahora que antes y eso hacía que las ganas de hacer desaparecer el anillo aumentasen. Dudaba que con su sueldo fuese capaz de comprar algo similar, los lujos no solían estar a su alcance y su orgullo le impedía mendigar por los que su pareja (o amigo, lo que sea) podía proporcionarle. Tras otro chasqueo de lengua, cogió el teléfono, en los mensajes recientes seguía apareciendo su nombre, como si su teléfono quisiese restregarle lo solo que estaba. A veces Kaito quería llamar a Dios y preguntarle qué había hecho para merecer ese castigo.

“Te devolveré tu anillo, quedamos a las siete en frente de la estación”

No tenía que decir que estación era, seguro que lo sabía, siempre era el mismo lugar. Tampoco era necesario que le dijese si tenía tiempo libre, sabía de sobra su horario.

Llegar tarde por cortesía, era un arte y Kaito siempre había sido un amante de las artes, así que hasta unos diez minutos más tarde ni siquiera se digno en aparecer. También era un castigo, castigo por hacerle esa broma tan pesada, por haber hecho que se plantease si quería estar con él para siempre, ¿Cómo sería su vida? ¿Serían felices? Hambre sin duda no iba a pasar.

-Eh -Ni siquiera un saludo, era suficiente para capturar la atención del moreno y eso a él le bastaba, ¿Se había hecho él también preguntas similares, antes de darle el anillo? ¿Había pasado noches sin dormir imaginándose una vida conjunta? Sin mucha ceremonia, le tendió la caja, parecía que por fin iba a poder cerrar el capítulo.

-Gracias.

Sabía que había gente que fantaseaba con su pedida de mano, que si violines, que si fuegos artificiales, etc. Kaito no era de esos, no tenía interés, pero si tuviese que elegir una, esta era perfecta.

-Fuujin Kaito -Habló, mirándole a los ojos desde el suelo, el estuche abierto y el anillo resplandeciendo más todavía que en su propio apartamento. No era como antes, cuando había deseado que desapareciese, brillaba como una estrella en una noche oscura o como brillaban los pendientes favoritos de su madre, esos que solo se ponía para ocasiones especiales- Cásate conmigo.

Notó como la sangre se agolpaba en su rostro, tiñendo sus pómulos de un tono rojizo que se esforzó en ocultar girando la cabeza hacia un lado, escondiéndose tras una capa de pelo. Con el corazón a punto de salirsele del pecho, alargó la mano hacia él, esperando. Ni en un millón de años se habría imaginado que le gustaría tanto el contacto del metal frío alrededor de su dedo, el sentirse envuelto en los brazos de Gendou y que este susurrase un gracias, porque también temía su rechazo. Jamás se habría imaginado que fuese capaz de besarle en publico, incluso un beso tan simple como una suave presión contra sus labios antes de separarse.