The Unforgettable Thief

Shock

Hiroto gave me a killer smile,'But when you came here, you- your personality, everything.You are the complete opposite of Aika.'

'What's she like?' I couldn't help myself, curiosity had the better of me.

'Aika? She's great.Sweet and kind and not really loud.', His eyes were so lit up.

'Meaning I'm rude and unkind and really loud.', I really sucked at comforting people.

Hiroto chuckled,'Well, yeah.'

I laughed with him.He really was sweet, but I still couldn't gather up enough courage to ask him about his family.

 He stopped laughing and turned to me ,'You're dying to say something aren't you ?'

'What ?', I said , feigning.'Pfft, no.Of course not .'

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him hide a smile,'Liar.'

Woah, I never noticed those dimples before! 'You can tell ?'

'Actually, it's sort of obvious when you're biting your lip and watching me nervously like that.'

I groaned,'Lucky me .'

'So, you were asking me?...'

'I wasn't asking you anything.' I crossed my hands.

'Stubborn as well? God, no.'

'What's wrong with that?' I narrowed my eyes.

'Nothing.'

'Good.'

There are times when you are sitting with a stranger, or someone you've met recently, and you have so much things swimming around in your mind that you want to ask this person, but the atmosphere is conversation less, because you cannot grasp what question it is that you need to know the answer to first.This was one of those times.I am definitely not a girl you'd want to be stuck with in a situation or crisis.

I took a deep breath,'Listen, I wanted to ask you something.'

'I know.' Hiroto smirked.

I glared at him.Why, the cocky little...

'Sorry, sorry.'

'Well, the thing is, I wanted to know how -how ... your family, you know ...' What do I say, passed away ? Smooth.

'Oh.', he said .The cheer in his face disappeared.

'I mean ', I struggled .'If you don't want to talk about this, you don't have to-'

 He shook his head," The March eleventh quake. I was away, then.'

'Oh...'You just had to, Kin, didn't you?'I'm so sorry.'

He shook his head, his eyes shining.

Please, don't cry, I don't know what to do, I thought, twisting my fingers, though I felt like a fascist for thinking it.

He looked at me sideways,'Don't be.It's not your fault.'

I bit my lip.'Hiroto, I didn't mean to-'

'No, it's alright.' he said.'I can't go on about it forever, I might as well get over it.'

I looked down at my hands,'Yeah.'

'And I thought I asked you to call me Hiro?'

'Well...I'm not really used to it.'

He gave a dry laugh,'Then, get used to it.You're the only person I know that calls me Hiroto.'

'Okay.'

He smirked,'Okay, who?'

Oh, the nerve.'Hiro.'

He hid a smile.'You're so weird.'

'I guess I am.'

Hiroto took a deep breath.'After they passed away, I visited the house', he said suddenly.'It broke me.I don't go there unless I can't help it anymore.I haven't been there for ages.'

I was speechless.Why is he telling me this?But interrupting wasn't my best choice just then, so I shut my mouth, listening to what he was saying.

WELL! How's it going? Here's a longer chapter for you all to enjoy! I can't BELIEVE I'm writing romance, my own story is freaking me out.Exams this week and I've been filling in parts into the draft randomly.  VOTE!!! Dedicated to Wattpad for making all this possible.Love,
~Kei

P.S: There's a photo of Hiroto (or Matsumoto Jun) on the side, but feel free to use your imagination, because that's not exactly how I picture him either.