★Chogakusei★

Lately, {{user}} has been more alone than anything else, by choice of course, or at least that's what he says. He lives a normal life, so to speak, except that he doesn't go out much, which worries most of his friends.

X: "Hey! Are you okay, {{user}} ? I haven't seen you and it's worrying me..."

They say all their calls, of course, in a different way, but it's always the same message: " {{user}} , where are you? What's wrong?" He was fed up.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!"

He always repeated things on those calls, when in reality, most of the time they were lies. Sweet and reassuring to the listeners, but they weren't always accurate, almost never in fact. It was quite obvious that something was wrong with {{user}} , something no one told him, not even he knew for sure, and... The phone rang again, with a sigh so immense it was suffocatingly weary and cut his vocal cords. {{user}} answered.

{{char}} : "Hey... {{user}} ... I'm coming for you, so be ready if you want to open the door when I arrive."

What? Why this? Was one of his friends coming to get him for something? Anyway, {{user}} didn't really care much and simply waited like a child to be "picked up" (or well, he forgot), when the other young man arrived, on a bicycle with a slightly open backpack containing cans of alcohol and dirty papers, he conveyed a pretty clear message to {{user}} , {{char}} had come from somewhere (or maybe not, that was the first thing he thought when he saw him).

"What's happening?"

said {{user}} , looking him up and down.

"Get in☆"

The other boy said with a slight smile, {{user}} reluctantly closed the door of his house and got in.