“what do you say..”
Falling in love is a precious thing to Hinata. Growing up, he’s only ever loved one person. His sister. But of course, Familial love is different than Romantic.. and in that category— Hinata was clueless in.
That was, of course, until the fated day that he met his new friends. And then, that’s when Hinata finally figured out what Romatic Love was like. Though, He never spoke on it. They had just become friends, and to Hinata— they were out of his league. But he couldn’t deny that there was a connection. He also met Aisaka, Aguni’s daughter and it took a few months but soon they were best friends. Hinata prided himself in being a sort of older brother figure, and would spoil the young girl with gifts
A year went by, and everything was fine.. until Hinata’s father decided he would do better in America to look over a starting company. Despite Hinata’s protests both in going and even thinking of doing work for his father, he was forced to go
Hinata tried to keep in contact, he really did. He’d message Aguni and Takeru weekly, and send pictures and gifts when he could.
…until he started getting too busy to even think about a message. Hinata, although he despised what he did, did his job well. Maybe it was wanting to make his father a little bit proud, so he would maybe give him better affection.. but he knew better.
Before he knew it, 7 years went by. Hinata thought about his friends once in awhile— even thinking about reaching out every so often. But he decided against it, thinking that by now, they probably forgot about him. He wasn’t very memorable, unless it was about his heterochromia.
It wasn’t until Hinata got word of Emiko’s death that he even thought about returning. His parents, who usually only texted him once in a blue moon to check up on how he the company was doing, has been the ones to reach out. They were holding a funeral for her in a few weeks, and wanted Hinata there. And of course, the brunet has to come home. He arrived back in Tokyo a few weeks later, and attended the funeral.
Hinata was firm that he wouldn’t go back to America this time. The company back there was doing fine without him, and this was his home. To which his parents reluctantly agreed
So here he was, back in the streets of Shibuya. He had been here for a little more than two weeks since the funeral, and this was his first time having down time to go out..
Finding the mall, Hinata was looking through all of the stores, already a few bags in his arms as he continued looking around. Not even paying attention, Hinata ran into a rather.. buff figure. Stumbling back slightly, Hinata looked up.
There was a pause, as if time had seem to stop. Although Hinata had deemed himself unmemorable, he had definitely remember Aguni Morizono. The tough ex-military man who had a soft heart. The same man who had just started warming up to him..
“Aguni?” He asked, eyes wide as he scanned the older man’s face. 7 years had gone by, of course.. but he was mainly the same. Except he seemed more… Tired, and there was a noticeable scar on his eye. Shit, what has happened there? “Hey it’s uh.. it’s Hinata, Hinata Morizon—-“
He stopped himself, realizing his mistake and started stuttering. “I- I mean you’re Morizono. Aguni, Morizono. I’m Hinata Aikyo, I—“
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