2 years later- present time.

Senior year

School

Kinda 3rd person pov

Antonio pushes the glass door open to get in school, yawning, still tired from karate practice from the day before. "Antonio! Look there's my boyfriend!" a girl says, "He's not even your boyfriend dummy" "You're just jealous cause he was with me at lunch yesterday!" "Will you guys stop? Antonio said he doesn't like to hear arguing! Ahh there's Hitoshi!" "Pft. He was with that Sandra girl the other night, he doesn't like you haha"

This is what he has to go through every morning-well just about.

 "Good morning Antonio! You had a good night's rest?" "Yeah, thanks for asking."

This is Antonio's morning. 

You can say he's a ladies man, he's nice and all but doesn't show any interest in them- or anyone for that matter, there's some small rumors going around that he's probably gay. He never really spoke out about his sexuality. His dressing style is a bit out of the ordinary though, it's a mix of feminine and masculine....or something. Everyone sees it as normal since he is a part time model- well just about everyone. He has a lot of friends but there's this group of guys that are popular like him, but they hate his guts because all started with one of the girlfriends liked Antonio. Broke up with the guy to ask Antonio out, he politely said no. Antonio has many friends in and out of school. However there is one he considers his best friend, they both didn't like each other at first but then they became friends. Their friendship isn't like a typical friendship between guys however..... I know so much maybe because I am Hitoshi himself dummy.

Like you just really now noticed that geez.🙄

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After school

Home

Hitoshi's pov

I got home from school, walking in and take my shoes off not saying anything to anyone. Momo walks up to me greeting me. She's my dog. Have no idea how she came into my life but here we are. "Hitoshi, mom wants ya" my older brother yells from his room. I find my mother in the kitchen. "Dishes." she says. I look over at the dish rack to see them, already clean.

 "...They're already clean though-" "Wash them again." she says sternly, cutting me off. 

"My brother was here before me why couldn't he wash them? I did them last time and the time before-" she cuts me off with a smack to my face, "Your brother has to prepare for an important event tonight, understand that." she points a finger in my face, and walks out of the kitchen.  Ever since I was a kid,  they treated him like the golden child. They berated and shamed me for something they would praise him for. I made okay grades but they were never good enough. Big bro fails a test "aw it's okay, you can do better next time", I fail a test I get hit and beat with a belt from my dad, even a punch to the face or a kick in the side. Sometimes, or rather, most of the time I'm over at Antonio's. But there's times I'm over here. I feel like they just don't want me, my brother is the same exact way. Probably mad that I look better than him, wouldn't be surprised.

 They wouldn't even care if somehow a random van pulls up and grabs me, never to be seen again, they'd pretend it's another day-just without me. As soon as it was safe to, I pull out my phone

(dont ask why antonio has a bar of soap next to his name, hitoshi is a random bean lol)

Hitoshi💯

Hey

Antonio🧼

whats up

Hitoshi💯

do you mind if I spend the night over?

Antonio🧼

no, i don't mind at all🙂

Hitoshi💯

you're the best😜

Antonio🧼

i know😏

Hitoshi💯

lol

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6 AM

Antonio's room

Hitoshi's POV

I wake up to the silence roaming around, besides Antonio's quiet snores. It was a bit cool but I'm just bundled up and warm and cozy in bed. I realize I'm resting on his body, my arm stretched out across his chest, covered in a white t shirt. His black hair sprawled out all over his pillow. I feel his arm wrapped around my waist, though it's limp from him sleeping. 

I didn't want to get up so I just stayed in the cozy warmth. I feel him move a little then turn around to face me with his eyes still closed. We had a sleepover over the weekend. 

..........................

Buuut that was yesterday, right now I'm at school haha. 

Just talking with a few of my friends. It's weird how everyone assumes just because I'm Japanese my IQ is supposed to be big as Jupiter. Wait good IQ is big right? Or is it high IQ? Big IQ it is.

 My grades are somewhat decent but not that great. I failed my mathematics test. Again. I don't really pay attention in class anyway. But I have one last chance to make it up during lunch. I made a 32 the first time then a 35 on the second time. Antonio passed it the first time, got the highest grade and complained how he got one question wrong because he used the wrong formula.

 It was time to meet up with him but I kinda heard him a few feet away, the group of girls around him gave him away. They all separated as he waved at them. We hurriedly met up, as he sighed from relief, though he wore some of the most unusual outfits, he actually makes every one of them look great. The guy made the color pink his own. He worn a pink sweater one time and suddenly pink sweaters were the trend. 

Our school makes us wear uniforms, but on Mondays and Fridays we get to wear what ever we'd like as long as it isn't extreme. Being a slightly cool Monday, he wore a black crop top that shown off his toned stomach, white converse platforms and some black overalls that helped highlight his waist. "Surprised to still see you alive Antonio-chan" "Should say that to yourself bellisimo" "You're still calling me that?" I look at him annoyed.

 "Yeah I just like annoying you haha. What's going on I already know you did something stupid" he looks at me.

 "...I failed my math test-" 

"Again? Didn't your mom say she would ground you or something?"

 "Yeah, then I can't see you or go out anywhere." I say as we head to math. Grounding, ha, despite me being 18. Luckily today is a free day in math. "....And I'm gonna make it up. It's my last try. I have to pass it or I'm gettin skinned man." 

"You're making it up too?" he asks me, "Yeah- wait, why do you need to make up a test you made a 99 on?! That didn't even affect your overall class grade dude." I look at him with a raised brow.

"I know, but it's not good enough" "Dude thinking like that is gonna put a toll on you. Besides I need you to tutor me! I gotta cram this in then no worries until the next test." we get in class where a few people were already talking and doing stuff. We sat down beside each other and slid our desks close as we got our stuff out and started with work.

I did a few problems and Antonio checked them for me. "....Hitoshi, 16 times 2 is not 84."

 "Well what is it then?" I ask, confused.

 "I'm asking you" he says as he rolls his study guide up. I have a feeling I know what is gonna happen. He's a bit terrifying when serious, "Uh I don't know, 69- OW!" he hits my head with the rolled up paper. At least it's better than the spoon my mom hits me with or the fist I get from my stupid dad.

 I start giggling as he kept hitting me, he eventually grabbed me by the collar of my hoodie and pulled me down real close to his face, I kept laughing. "Stop laughing! I'm-I'm serious-" he cut himself off with his own laughter while letting me go. " '84' where did you get that from? Stop laughing! My stomach hurts!" he keeps laughing. Half of the time we were goofing off, compared to how he is around others, he's quiet and reserved and polite, but when we're together he's real goofy and more expressive. Ooh I used a big word hehe.

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-Flashback-

Hitoshi: 8 years old

"Look at our little boy in his costume! You're gonna be a wonderful doctor sweet heart" Hitoshi's mother says proudly while holding the camera. It was Halloween and Hitoshi was dressed as a doctor.  Hitoshi didn't mind he just really wanted to get candy. His parents treated him nicely as a child but as soon as he shown rebellion or any type of personality of his own, they were no longer the lovable parents they once were. 

Hitoshi knew how to roller skate as a child, he took ice skating as a hobby, which he secretly enjoyed. He put it to his parents as a facade that it would look great on his resume and skills. He participated in tournaments, didn't do well in them but he just enjoyed the sport. His parents took him out because he didn't win much and felt the sport was too girlish. Though he had afterschool activities, on days he was free he would lie and say he had a meeting or something taking place to his parents, he would instead go ice skating, applying to go in tournaments surprisingly did better when his family wasn't there watching him. Hitoshi even won a few medals or trophies.  He got into juniors and made it third at 15.

"Hitoshi at this rate, you could get into Worlds, do you understand that?"  his coach asked him in excitement. Hitoshi shook his head no but knew it sounded exciting. "You could be at the next  Olympics in four years. You'll be 19 at your first one, if you make the score at Worlds" 

"....I can't, my parents are...you know. My brother would snitch on me. They don't even know I'm seeing you. I had to cover my face every time I arrived here so no one would see me, you know that, coach!"

  "Hitoshi your club teacher knows about your parents and brother,  we can organize a trip for you to get there" "I'll have to quit." he says with tears in his eyes.  "Okay okay listen, they're already interested in your skill, you have the talent. I know you're losing on purpose." she says to him.

 "..." "Hitoshi, I can call CPS if you want me to. I have a place at my home you can stay at. But if you don't want to go to now, you have until you're 17 or your 18th birthday" "I don't want to do this anymore. I'd rather just skate without the stupid tournaments." he mumbles. All of the trophies and medals he earned, he had to hide in his room. Hitoshi had to quit, either way his family would find out soon. 

Now, every winter he would go to the ice skating rink and would ice skate for fun or to blow off some steam. 

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Antonio's pov

Hitoshi said he had a surprise for me after school. After school, Hitoshi takes me to....an ice skating rink? Occasionally I see some people go in, it's popular during the winter. It's late fall right now, there isn't really anyone here. "Wait you can ice skate?" I look at him. 

I wouldn't think someone like him would ice skate. "Yeah you can say that"  he says as we went to get some skates. I don't even know how to skate really, I haven't since I was a kid. I was grabbing on to rails for my life since I couldn't stand up in them while Hitoshi was walking in them just fine. I definitely wanted to see him skate. I watch him get on the ice and skate real fast, my heart skipped  a beat when I saw him jump.

 He came back to me and helps me on the ice, "How come you never told me you could skate? That was amazing!"

 "It's just a jump" 

"Hitoshi that wasn't a jump, that's stuff like I see the pros do! Did you ever go in tournaments before?" "Yeah but I stopped. I just didn't want to anymore- hold on I got you." he says catching me from slipping. I was getting the hang of it. He held both of my hands guiding me on the ice, I was laughing with him as I was keeping myself from slipping. I never really seen him genuinely excited for something often, but he looked like he enjoyed himself and that's what made me happy. One time he slipped and I was laughing at him and he grabs my ankle and makes me trip and fall on the ice with him. 

Flashback end

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Fun fact: Antonio is vegetarian, he'll eat dairy products and such but no meat. 

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