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When Kohaku got home, he was feeling a whole mix of emotions. He was sad that Miharu didn't want to be with him. Angry because he didn't understand why Miharu was behaving like this. Confused because he didn't understand anything that had transpired on the roof. All of that culminated into one, frustrated Kohaku. His parents weren't home when he got home, so he locked the door and headed straight into his bedroom. The teen started to unpack his bag. When he pulled out the fleshlight and picture of Miharu, he couldn't help but long for his boyfriend. He didn't want the fleshlight. He wanted Miharu. He wanted to hold him, kiss him, stroke his cheek, run his fingers through his hair, and if Miharu let him, make sweet love to him. Sighing, he put the fleshlight and picture on his bed, then pulled out the bento box that Miharu's sister had made for him.
"I should return this. And I still have to think Rena." Kohaku muttered to himself. There was still some time before Miharu would get home. If he left fast enough, he wouldn't have to run into him and disappoint him again. Kohaku picked up the bento box and threw on a black hoodie and some jeans, then bolted out the door. With the bento box in hand, Kohaku made his way to his boyfriend's house, trying to remember exactly how to get there. At the same time, he wanted to make sure he didn't run into Miharu, so he tried to stay out of the main roads, opting to go down side roads. The sun was starting to set. Kohaku had to hurry if he was going to make it there before Miharu. He decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway, hoping it would save him time.
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