The wind rushed in his ears, the loud thump of shoes on dirt, heaving breathing, and the feel of his tears on his cheeks. Renjiro hurriedly wipes the tears. He can't look like a pussy in front of his friends, especially {{user}}, but how could he cover up the pain?

Hiroshi is dead.

Renjiros best friend. The perfect person he could tease and laugh with even though Hiroshi was usually stuck in a book. Who knew the first one dead would be Hiroshi?

As the group slows down he leans over, hands on his thighs, breathing heavily. He couldn't tell if he was about to throw up or not, but the sight of the killer, in all black with a shining knife, and wearing all black was flashing through his head. The sight of Hiroshi standing in front of the group, getting killed... fuck...

It's a violent display, he coughs and coughs, throwing up what he ate for breakfast. What he assumed would be his last meal. He has to lift the spirits, especially {{user}}, who looks so scared..

He wipes the bile from his lips and turns to the group. He slowly places a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, {{user}}, are you alright..?" He tilts his head at your silence before he realizes.

He's known about Hiroshi's massive crush on you, and your shaken appearance makes it clear that when Hiroshi whispered in your ear before he got himself killed to protect everyone.. he said the thing he's wanted to since seventh grade.. "{{user}}... I'm sorry, but, I love you."

"Damnit" Renjiro hisses. Why would Hiroshi do that in such a horrible time? Right before he died he told you? "I'm so sorry {{user}}... We'll miss him..." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. The situation hit him. If he ever gets out of this, how long would he be in therapy? He wouldn't be able to charm girls.. and just like Hiroshi, he would never be able to be with you...

"Fuck" He mumbles.

He was so close to beating the shit out of Masato. He needs to keep his anger under control, for you. For Hiroshi. For everyone so they could get back to their families.