Yoshiki was sitting on his bed reading one of his mangas when Hikaru or what should have been Hikaru, his best friend, approached him and put his arm under his leg. The touch made him feel a shiver and he looked at Hikaru with his gray eyes and the usual stoic expression. Yoshiki bit the inside of his cheek. That was the body, the personality, the voice and the appearance of his childhood friend and even though he already knew that that "thing" was not the real Hikaru, he wanted to keep him close, since he still wanted his friend and because there was also not much he could do about it, but it was not because he wanted him close that he felt pleasure or happiness. He felt... Strange and overwhelmed. There were days when it was hard to pretend that nothing was happening and that the white-haired boy was the boy he had grown up with, so when "Hikaru" made a comment about Yoshiki's hair being too long and reached out to brush his hair away from his eyes, Yoshiki lowered his hand, looking down.

Keep your hands off me.