Easy To ForgetHiroto had been moping around for the past couple weeks, and Shou thought he knew pretty well why. He glanced over at his petite friend, who sighed and stared off, apparently looking at nothing, as Nao chatted animatedly at him. Shou knew better than that, though. He knew exactly what Hiroto was staring at, and he followed his gaze to a corner of the room.

Tora sat in his usual spot, turning the shiny pegs at the head of his guitar while strumming a string rhythmically. Not too far away stood Saga, who stretched and yawned dramatically, exposing his pale belly as his shirt lifted slightly. He seemed oblivious to the world this morning, and turned to bend over his own guitar case. He supposedly did not know how much his ass was sticking out as he did so, either, or how much of his back appeared from under his too-short vest.

Hiroto was, of course, entranced by this, and he hated himself for it. He was so sure he was in love with Saga. He had even bore his soul to the bishie, and it had went rather well...at first. He had been so close to having Saga again that day, and Saga had seemed all too willing to return his affections. But, then Tora had shown up and they had both been sent whirling back to the horrible reality of things.

Now, Hiroto could feel that compressing feeling in his chest, like his heart was literally being crushed. He watched as the object of love and desire leaned down to smile at his boyfriend and brush the hair out of his face. Hiroto often imagined himself in Tora's position. Hell, he had been in that position once before. He used to be the one to receive all of Saga's looks and touches. Used to be the one he called his koibito and gave himself to...but he had thrown that all away for some ridiculous fear of being called "queer."

Hiroto hadn't even noticed he was crying until Nao asked him if he was alright. Now embarrassment was mixed in with his abundance of emotion, and he felt heat rising in his cheeks. Without a reply to Nao, and one last glance at the happy couple on the other side of the room, Hiroto stood to his feet and sprinted hastily out into the hallway.

Shou had been watching him, and felt a tinge of concern and disgust forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. He knew about Hiroto's feelings for Saga. Hiroto had even told Shou himself. He just couldn't help it, though. He had had a crush on Hiroto for what seemed like forever now, but could never bring himself to voice his secret feelings. When Hiroto had called him and told him he was in love with Saga, Shou had nearly cried. There was no way he would ever have a chance with Hiroto.

Hiroto had ended up going back to that break room where he had made his confessions to Saga. He didn't know why he wanted to be there. He just guessed it would give him some time to think alone. He looked around at his surroundings. This room was definitely much cleaner than the last time he had been in there.

He slumped to the floor in front of the sink, bringing his hands up to cover his face. Why did everything always have to go so wrong with him? It seemed like he always wanted things that he couldn't have, and even when he did get something, he managed to throw it away somehow. He just wished Saga would give him another chance to prove himself.

There was also the fact that he and Tora were good friends. They were both guitarists, after all, and Hiroto felt as if he could relate to him the most out of the entire group. He had no desire to hurt Tora, as he knew that the only reason Tora had even approached Saga was because of Hiroto's stupid affair with that fangirl. It was all just so confusing.

Shou knew exactly where Hiroto would go to, and when he looked through the little square, he saw the pretty man sitting there in the floor, his face buried into his knees as he shook. Shou's heart was absolutely wrenching. He didn't even know what to say to Hiroto. He was sure that a love confession would not be in his best interests at the moment...but then what could he do? He cursed himself for lacking so much in conversation skills, especially when it came to comforting someone in pain.

He sighed after a few moments, and leaned in to push on the door. It slowly gave way with a small creaking sound, and he looked down at the pathetic sight in front of the sink. Hiroto never looked up at him once as he made his way across the room to stand in front of him. Shou sighed a little again as he looked down at him. Could he do this? He wasn't so sure.

Hiroto only stopped crying to look up when he felt someone sit down beside him. He saw Shou's face before him, looking more beautiful than ever with that slight pout on his lip and curious looking eyes. Hiroto gulped more loudly than he had intended and shifted a bit. Shou was the last person he had expected to come after him. Well, after Tora, of course. He had a feeling Tora wasn't all too happy with him at the moment.

"Hey." The silence was finally broken by Shou's smooth voice. He still had that worried look on him, and Hiroto had to look away before he started crying again. Why was Shou always so nice to him? It was usually never returned, as Hiroto was almost always occupied by Saga-gazing and his own hormones. Then he remembered that Shou had been the one he had called when he had realized he was in love with Saga. Was he so obvious today?

"H-hey," he sniffled back, going to wipe away the streaks on his face. He was stopped by Shou's warm hands, which moved his hands away to brush softly over his cheeks. He sniffled again at the gesture, trying his best to smile back at his friend, but failing horribly.

"Is everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange for a while now." Hiroto looked back up at Shou and saw half-lidded eyes that seemed almost tired now. He also noticed that Shou had yet to stop stroking at his face. He wouldn't stop him, though. It felt nice, anyways.

"Yeah...yes! I'm fine. I've just been really busy, you know." That's when Shou finally stopped his caresses and dropped his hands. Hiroto was cursing on the inside and biting into his lip to keep the whimper from escaping his mouth.

"No, I don't know." Shou was frowning deeper than ever. Didn't Hiroto realize that he was concerned? He had already been through this before, and he wasn't going to let Hiroto get away so easily.

"Saga...he loves you." Hiroto looked up at him so quickly that he thought his head was going to spin. That was something he never expected to hear. What was Shou trying to say to him?

"But, he loves Tora, too. And, Tora returns his love. You don't, or at least you didn't. I think that really hurts Saga, and Tora is the only one of us who can help him."

Hiroto was still speechless, and could only sit and stare at Shou as he spoke. Everything he was saying was true. In fact, now that he thought about it, he didn't know if he truly even returned Saga's feelings. He may have just needed someone to love. Or, he could have been channeling his love for someone else...

"But, there is someone who cares for you very deeply, Hiroppon." That statement coming from Shou just about confirmed what was going through Hiroto's head at that moment. He gazed at Shou for a little, who only stared at the floor, and Hiroto could swear he saw his cheeks tinted with pink. He decided to scoot a bit closer, trying to look Shou in the eye.

"Oh?" he said softly after a moment. Shou finally looked up at him and nodded. It seemed strange to Hiroto, because Shou was usually never one to hide his intentions.

"And...Would that be you, Shou-kun?"

There was another long moment of silence in which Shou shifted nervously and Hiroto bit his lip, waiting for a reply. Hiroto had always been impatient, and when that reply didn't come fast enough, he reached up to grab at the sides of Shou's face and pulled him closer. He could tell Shou was nervous, but he couldn't really care less at the moment.

"Just say yes, Shou," he breathed. Shou could pick the worst moments to be silent and indecisive.

"Y-yes, Hiro-kun. I'm...I think I really am fond of y--"

Hiroto cut him off before he could finish, covering the blonde's pouting lips with his own. It had obviously come as a surprise to Shou, as he merely sat stark still as Hiroto continued to caress him. This was not the first kiss they had shared. There were plenty of small fanservice kisses before this, but this one was different. There was no one watching them, so it was no show that they were putting on. There was definitely compassion behind Hiroto's lips, too. It was just so strange for Shou.

Realizing that Shou probably wasn't going to react any time soon, Hiroto pulled back to look up at the taller man with questioning eyes. Shou's lips were still pouting, and his perfectly imperfect teeth were showing beneath them. Hiroto couldn't help the smile that was forming on his face at the sight. Why hadn't he realized earlier how cute his elder vocalist could be?

"Don't you mean, 'I really do love you?' Because, that's what I mean when I do this." He leaned forward once again to capture Shou's mouth. This time, Shou was responding with more enthusiasm than he had expected. He had moved his slender fingers up to the back of Hiroto's neck and was playing with the messy hair lying at the base of his skull. Soon enough, Hiroto could feel that smooth tongue flicking across his lips, and he eagerly forced his own out to meet Shou.

It was so much different than when he kissed Saga. Saga's kisses were always full of lust and a desire to move fast and fulfill his want. In Shou's kisses, he could feel every bit of love and compassion being pressed against him, and even when Shou's hands ventured further down, those touches were careful and patient, not rough and arousing. And, Hiroto was impelled to touch him back, causing soft moans to escape during their partings for breath.

Hiroto wondered briefly if this made him some kind of whore. Was he just making out with Shou because he knew he wouldn't be getting any from Saga? It was a horrible thought to have, but maybe it could be true. But, then, he felt Shou's fingers playing delicately with his hair and realized that it was so much more than that. It had to be that Shou really did love him...and Hiroto thought that he definitely could love him back.

At last, they pulled apart, both of them panting slightly and smiling widely at one another, especially Shou. His expression looked like that of a kid a Christmas. Hiroto giggled to himself at the goofy look on Shou's face as he started to get up to go back to the studio where the others were.

"So, I'm guessing you can probably face Saga now?" Shou asked him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and placing another little peck on the top of his head.

Oh, yeah. He thought he would absolutely be able to face Saga again now.