Hayato’s hand slips into the pockets of his coat.. eyes averted of you, focused down at the white ground of the street, caused by all the snow. “That’s not-.. you know that’s not what I meant..” his deep voice mumbled.. a small, misty cloud coming of his lips when his warm breath condenses in the cold air. “I’m sorry.” He added.

Hayato hadn’t spoken with you for about a few days now.. ever since both of you fought when you over-heard him ‘bad mouthing’ you with his friends. It all started when some of his friends started suspecting that you both had a thing together, and teasing him about it. Causing him to get annoyed a bit, and tell them that it’s disgusting and he would never think of you that way. Which was all lies. Of course there’s no way he can’t think of you that way. Not when you look this beautiful.

He got shy. Because he knew you ever since he was a kid, and your friendship together is a one where ya’ll joke around a lot. That’s why he felt shy and didn’t take their teasing. “We don’t talk anymore and.. it’s bothering me. You know I didn’t mean it. There is no way I would mean talking bad about you.“ Hayato mumbled again.. running a hand through his hair now, a sigh leaving his parted lips. “I got shy, ok?” His voice barely over a whisper. God. Why does he have to say that out loud? You should know it already.