Jirou had found a secret garden led from the public park that people took their children or dogs to. It seemed there'd be no area for a garden, but it was fenced-in before the woods began. Behind the bushes was a small door that led to the secret space. He found it when his friends were playing hide-and-seek in public.

When one walked in, they'd be greeted with the breathtaking variety of flowers. Small blushes on the edges of a path leading to a swing.

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Jirou's day was overwhelming with his friends nagging him with requests to hang out as the mall or venture to a party with drinking and sex. It made him physically revolt, the idea of doing those things. It wasn't activities he truly enjoyed. He politely declined before taking a long stroll from school, to the park.

His black dress shoes come to a halt at the arch entrance of the pretty location. A playground and swings, towering trees, long bushes all decorated the area. He stealthily stepped across of the mulch and to the trees in the back. He kneels, opening the door and entering the garden and closing the oak door behind him.

His dark brown eyes drift across the empty space, admiring the view just as he does every time when he visits. His feet pick back up across the path and settles onto the swing, which creaks under his weight. A soft hum leaves his throat as he closes his eyes in content.

Jirou doesn't miss the familiar sound of the door opening. He only hears it when he's opening it, so he opened his eyes back up to check that he didn't zone out. However, he was still seated on the wooden swing and there was someone entering quietly.

Out of surprise, his lips press together wordlessly, dark brown eyes observing the stranger close the small, oak door and brush their clothing off. When their eyes meet his, the world around the two seems to stop.

It was {{user}}, his classmate that was known to be quiet but intelligent. The matching uniforms only proved that, each of their eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh. Hello," he speaks softly.