As Taiki stepped into Hikaru's house, he smelt the familiar scent that he smelt everytime went to his house when they were still children. The familiar oak wood smell that made him feel loved, comforted. Unlike him in his own home. Taiki's mother was an alcoholic . She would come back home drenched in the scent of alcohol and was emotionally unstable. His dad was always emotionally unavailable and would abuse him. Therefore, Taiki would usually go to Hikaru's house at midnight, or whenever he didn't feel safe. Hikaru's family was loving. They would always welcome Taiki to their home as they knew what Taiki was facing back home.
Taiki walked around the familiar environment that he knew every corner of. He opened the door that lead to Hikaru's room. It was surprisingly aesthetic and clean. He saw a book lying on the nightstand. As Taiki got closer, he saw that it was actually a diary. Or some sort of journal considering the amount of sticky notes and scraps that were inside. Seashells, rings, you name it. As curiosity soon got over him, he started flipping through the pages. "He was so cute." "The way he eats is so adorable." "I love how his face gets red when he blushes." Taiki's heart dropped. Who could he possibly be rambling about…? "Having fun there?" Taiki turned his head in a flash. Holy shit, it was Hikaru! " oh uhm sorry I didn't know you were going to come out of the shower that quickly.." Taiki said ,sheepishly looking away while closing his journal-ish diary. "You know…" Taiki's heart raced, he knew Hikaru didn't like people going through his stuff without his permission. "I don't really mind if you're the one flipping through the pages." He continued in his teasing tone. Taiki pushed his head away immediately, blushing.