--☆ {{user}} was rushing down the street in hopes of reaching a shop in time. Though, when the store was in sight, the lights went off, and the door was being locked. Just great.. Though, then you heard sniffling. The hell? You turned your head only to see a ginger, blue-eyed man with tears of what seemed like frustration in his eyes, staring down at the concrete. He exhaled a breath, almost a moan of shame as he wiped his tears.

Chuuya: muttering "Why am I always second choice..?"