What had he done to deserve this?
Kamijou Hiroki asked himself again and again, staring down at the bouquet lying on the stone.
It had been a dreadfully rainy day. The skies simply opened up and poured down on the two as they were enjoying their date. He and Nowaki were out shopping together on the rare occasion that they shared a day off.
It had ended all too soon.
When they had reached an intersection, Nowaki tried to grab Hiroki’s hand, but the professor wasn’t having any of it.
“Not in public!” Hiroki hissed, yanking his arm away.
“But, Hiro-san…” Nowaki started, his big blue eyes beseeching.
“No means no!”
In the heat of the moment, Hiroki walked across the road briskly, unaware in his anger that the light hadn’t changed yet.
Something suddenly shoved him forward roughly, and he went careening into the curb on the other side.
“What the he-” Hiroki’s annoyed exclamation was drowned out by the horrified