Het spijt me. Als ik twee characters gewoon niet samen zie ga ik óf het beschrijven dat het niet werkt.. of in dit geval.. twee stoere kerels.. ..... i must troll.
"Shen-senpai.. i.. i think i love you." A man dressed in a frilly pink dress stood under a big pink sakura tree, his hands folded and his long red hair dancing in the wind. His name was Badou. He looked down with his one sparkling 'full of life' blue eye. "Senp-" "Badou-chan." Badou's senior named Shen spoke up. This man was dressed in a black gothic dress, combined with a frilly hat in his long brown hair. He was smoking. So was Badou. It was because of that, that Badou developed his crush on the senpai. He had never met anyone that appreciated the art of smoking as much as Shen did. He had fallen for him instantly. "Badou-chan, i don't love you back." Badou bit his lip softly as he looked at Shen's back. Tears were welling up in his eyes. He didn't want to be rejected. "But why Shen-senpai?" "I can't tell you, it's too difficult.." "Are you crying Shen-senpai?" Badou asked, his voice soft as silk. "Fuck you, of course i'm not.." But it was obvious, Shen was crying. But why? He just said he didn't want to date him.. Badou stepped towards his senpai, but was interupted. "Don't come closer!" Shen-senpai yelled, emotion clear in his shaky voice. Badou ignored it, and hugged him from behind, his arms around the soft fabric of his gothic-lolita dress. He buried his face in Shen's long hair. "Don't worry, you don't have to tell me.." he whispered lovingly, "But please be honest to me.. you love me right?" "Yes.. i think i do.." But as he hugged the man from behind, he suddenly realised what was being squished between Shen-senpai's back and Badou's face.. his sigarette. The smell of burnt hair entered his nose and within seconds they both caught on fire.
They died romantically, hugging, by their favorite addiction. The end.