1 Chapter 1

"Here's your order sir." Hoshi said and handed the masculine build guy in the door opening, his order while avoiding the his eyes.

He could feel the guy eyeing him, but He just shrugged it off.

He licked his lips before handing him the money. Right when another guy swung his arm around the male his shoulder.

"You have the food, Akio?" He asked and the guy nodded.

The other boy then looked at Hoshi and was about to say something, but he turned around and walked away.

Hoshi could hear them talking a little before the door closed.

"Weird guy." The friend said.

"He's just a delivery guy, what do you expect." The guy called 'Akio' replied.

I've been delivering to this address often, actually every Sunday. It's only the first time that I've heard the name of the guy. Or just the first time that I actually remembered the name.

He shrugged his thoughts off and got on the scooter, driving back to his parents restaurant.

"I'm back!" Hoshi shouted as He walked through the back entrance.

"Alright, you can do the dishes and then close off the doors!" He heard his mother shout.

He sighed and did the dishes as told, before closing off the doors of the restaurant.

Hoshi then walked up the stairs to the living room. Walking past his parents that were sitting on the couch. He then went into the kitchen.

He opened the fridge door and groaned.

"Where is my vitamin water!?"

"Your dad drank it!"

Hoshi closed his eyes while breathing out irritated. When He opened his eyes again, he grabbed the package of blueberries that were left and got himself a bottle of water.  Walking past his parents again, towards his bedroom.

"Are you still keeping that emo look, I mean edgy or whatever you call it?"

Hé heard his mother ask, but he decided to ignore it, plopping himself onto the bed.

"He keeps only wearing black, he even grew out his hair!"

"Honey, it's only a phase, he's sixteen."

"He doesn't have any friends."

"Isn't he friends with Saito?"

Hoshi closed his eyes as his parents, again started to complain about his looks and behaviour.

It was always like that, ever since his so called friendship tragedy.

I enjoy exaggerating in a sarcastic way. I don't enjoy what happened in the past, but I just realised that people are a pain in the ass.

He got up and changed into his comfortable shorts and shirt, that he always sleep in. Getting comfortable on his bed, he took out his laptop, plugged in his headphones and started a Netflix movie, which was tragic and exaggerated just the way he liked it. Just while he devoured his blueberries.

What I would call a perfect night before another week of hell and forced socialising.

The way I cope with people, is I don't. I have strict rules that I've been holding onto for a few years now and nothing will destroy that.