Asa's Point of View

I began searching his room for blades and quietly threw them away while he slept. As I was grabbing anything sharp that Yamato could cut himself with, I found a broken picture frame, the glass surrounding it was bloody, so I quickly threw them away, and looked closer to the photo, of course, it still has broken glass but its original protection cover had been shattered while it's the second layer had been cracked. 

He looked towards the photo to see Nozumu and Yamato. Nozomu with his Red messy hair, smiled towards him while Yamato looked at the camera. The frame read "Love you forever and always Yama~ Love Nozu." I sighed and placed it on his desk hiding it underneath a shirt, face down. 

I continued searching for more things, that was until I heard him scream. I ran to his bedside, telling him beautiful words hoping it would help. He woke up and smiled, but I could tell he was thinking something. 

I sat on his bed, holding him close to me. "Talk to me." 

He sighed. "What do you want to know." 

I looked at him. "Everything." 

He looked down. "Are you sure, because... Once I tell you will never think of me the same way ever again." I nodded at him.

He sighed and looked away from me.

"Ever since I was younger I never really... Socialized with people my age. When I was younger, my mother had to explain to me that when children threw me to the ground and beat me until I begged for them to stop wasn’t playing…” He winced. “Most times I would stay home and skip school, my mom understood my father, on the other hand, he thought I could do… no be better. He put me in many sports hoping that it would "fix" me. But it didn't help, instead I got into fights. " He looked down at his hands. Then abruptly stood up to get a photo album. 

"My mother, and at times my father would take photos." He showed me photos; photos that were from years ago. 

There were photos that showed him when he was young. Most of them were when he was at least 5 or 6 years old. And most of them were of him smiling through bandages, bruises, and cuts. 

He touched a certain photo. "You guys truly believe that we weren't friends before. Yet my mother took a photo of all of us sleeping with one another." He continued to flip pages, and I stared at every photo. 

Suddenly I watched as he threw the photo album across the room. He stood up and looked at me. 

"I'm broken." He whispered. I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around him. 

"Stop... Yamato..." My voice was desperate and raw. It was then I had realized I had been crying. 

He placed his hand on my face, his cheeks were red. I put my hand on his face and whispered. "You have a fever Yamato." He nodded and put his head on my shoulder. I sighed, and picked him up bridal style, and brought him back to his bed. 

I placed a glass of water on his table and placed my hand onto his head. It was then he grabbed me and cuddled into me. “You need to sleep too Asa…” He whispered. He gave a tiny smile before he drifted off, but his hand never lost grip on my own. 

My body then relaxed more than it had in the past 2 years. I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to take me into its embrace. 

I woke up from my dreamless sleep to be face to face with Yamato, I smiled as I watched his dream-like smile grow bigger. 

I miss that smile.  I miss the previous Yamato, the non-broken one. I miss his laughs, his cute child-like attitude. I miss him. I placed my other hand on his face and smiled before I drifted once more into sleep. 

When I woke up Yamato was sitting. “Yamato you need to sleep,” I said with a sleep-like tone. “You have a-” A yawn escaped my mouth. “Fever.” He smiled at me and laid down.  He intertwined our fingers. He cuddled into me and grinned. 

“Thank you, Asa… I don’t remember the last time I was this happy.” 

I smiled at him. “That’s all I ever wanted to do… make you smile.” 

He closed his eyes, and a tear escaped. “Why?”

By now I’m fully awake. I looked away. It would be an awkward situation if I randomly told Yamato that I was catching feelings. 

“I care for you Yamato.”

His tears continued to flow. “Why?”

I brushed his hair back, and wiped his tears away. “Because…” I turned my face away… “How about we make a deal Yamato?”

He looked intergrued. “What is this deal Asa?” He giggled. “Thinking of that sentence alone I feel as if I am making a troublesome deal.”

I chuckled. “I want you to go out with me, just for a day. And throughout this said day I want you to admit everything that you have thought or are thinking about…” I waved my finger around. “Think of it as a truth day. Everything that pops to mind has to come out…” I grinned. “Even if it's embarrassing. And if you do this, I will admit what I am having such a hard time admitting? Sound like a deal Yamato?”

He looked over to me, taking a deep breath. “I might be making a troublesome deal with you after all… But yes. I accept.”

He smiles at me. Closing his eyes. “Well I guess see you tomorrow?” 

I nod. “Tomorrow.” 

Yamato closes his eyes, and I try to walk to the door. He grabs my wrist. Tears bubbling in his eyes. “Will you stay here tonight? Please Asa?” I nod and kiss his forehead. 

“Goodnight Yamato.”

“Goodnight Asa.”

I smile. “Yamato… even if you are broken.” I kissed his forehead and looked to his sleeping state. “I’ll still stick by your side because the broken ones are the most beautiful.” And with that I fell asleep once more.