The brunet pouted, somehow expecting the elder to at least remember what that date was about when told about it. "It was my birthday."
That was right. Suddenly, the young man’s fair expression contorts into something terrible. He’s absolutely horrified. Why, it’s as if Ken-kun had just told him his best friend had been brutally murdered.
"Y-You…" he stammers, completely shot. "I…?"It’s then he snatches the boy’s hand without warning, more than likely intending on dragging him if he won’t come along quietly. “Come on!” he wails, “We’re going to the mall.”








