|🍊| ~ His Orange Friend ~ |🍊| Hajime x Orange Juice

~ chapter one: prologue ~

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Hinata Hajime was lonely. And sad.

Sad and lonely.

That's him.

He blew his nose, scrunched up the dirty tissue and threw it across the room.

Using his little strength, Hajime thrust the heavy blanket off of him as he awkwardly stood up off the couch.

His eyes were blurry and his muscles were sore. He slowly shuffled his way to the bathroom, stubbing his toe along the way.

"Agh," he grunted in pain.

He looked in his bathroom mirror and it took him a few seconds to comprehend the sight in front of him.

He looked awful.

Hajime's chestnut-brown hair was matted and messy, a shabby resemblance of the neatness it was before.

His eyes (which were once brown), stained red from all the crying.

His nose, too, was red and sore. Dried tears were visible on his scruffy face.

Sure, Hajime's appearance was messy and dishevelled.

Why was he this sad? He should have moved on by now.

After all, it'd only been a week since he had broken up with Komaeda.

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He thought it was a match made in heaven. Every morning, the fluffy, white-haired boy would make him a coffee. He always knew how to make it just right.

And every Friday, after Hajime finished work, they'd go out for a movie together. It didn't have to be any good, they'd just watch whatever was on.

But they started fighting. It started with small, insignificant things, like doing the dishes, and what was on TV.

But it gradually got worse. Almost every conversation ended in one of them crying and the other one slamming the door and walking out.

Oh god, Hajime missed him.

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Hajime turned on the sink as the rusty knobs squeaked. He dipped his dry hands into the running water and splashed it onto his face.

He shut his eyes and wet his face again, as he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Hinata-kun? Can we talk?"

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