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The background consisted of chitter-chatter between other customers, couples, and friends. Beside him, was Endou slurping up his noodles with a content smile on his face. Kazemaru on the other hand? Staring into the void. As if the world was slowing down to a stop, he didn't budge an inch, his breathing didn't even make a sound. Unlike his friend, Kazemaru was completely, and utterly in distress.

If you'd ask him what his deal was, he'd give you the same response he'd given at least nine hundred times; "it's been two weeks. . ."

Nearly every day of these two weeks, he was doing this exact same nonsense. Treating Endou to ramen because that was the only person he could treat, and vent out his frustrations, over and over, the same shit.

"I can't live without her, this is so hard for me. . . Like, I think I'm actually dying. It's like going without food and water for two weeks, surely you'd shrivel up and die right?" Kazemaru breathed out, shaking his head in frustration.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Endou responded. Surely if you went two weeks without playing soccer, you'd shrivel up and die too, right? Yeah, no. In fact, Endou wasn't even fucking listening to the poor lad.

"I just miss her." Kazemaru mumbled under his breath. Then there was more silence as Endou slurped up his noodles again. As soon as he thought Kazemaru was alright, he turned his gaze back to his bowl. Immediately after, Kazemaru slammed his forehead against the table - the brunette nearly dropped his chopsticks.

"Get a grip, man!" Endou inwardly groaned, as Kazemaru started to embarrassingly sob. "You really can't be that depressed. . ."

"Shut up!" The tealette snapped, his mood made a complete 180, and now he'd bite off any finger that came even a centimeter closer to him. Because fuck that finger, stupid bitch has it all great, they probably saw the love of their life yesterday. Meanwhile this poor sap has been Park deprived for two weeks. Uh. . . This is not including the eight million texts and photo's and even the video chats.

What the fuck is he crying about again?

"Oh come on-- don't be like that-" Endou frowned, poor kid. He came all this way again to listen to his friend yammer on about some bullshit. Sure he got free ramen, but really, it'd be nice if Kazemaru actually enjoyed his company. From glaring daggers, Kazemaru went back to sobbing in his hands. How pathetic, honestly.

Everyone in Rairaiken's was starting to give him weird looks and gossip among themselves. It was shortly after that a few even left, at the same time that one came in. They were pretty confused as of to why people were suddenly running away, but the gross sobbing heard afterwards was an easy answer. With a small sigh, they occupied the stool beside the poor crying kid.

"One soy bean paste miso ramen please, thank you."

"That's what she used to order. . . In that same voice." Kazemaru sniffled loudly. As his head was on the table, the new customer lifted a brow, looking over at Endou.

". . . I don't think you should ever go to Korea without him again." Endou shook his head. You'd expect him to be the dramatic one out of the two, but even the best of us cry in ramen shops for two weeks straight.

"I won't, I promise." Park chimed with a small titter. "Ichirouta, lift your head, you'll get a headache." She muttered, rubbing at his back. After wiping his face properly, Kazemaru actually did straighten up. As soon as he realized he wasn't hallucinating again, his eyes widened,

"M-Mio-? B-but--?" His hands lifted as if he was about to hold her, but just didn't. "I thought-"

"Two weeks, it's been two weeks." She practically mocked him, with his own words.

Yet again on the verge of tears, he stood up and hugged onto her, burying his face in her fluffy white hair. Ah, he missed this feeling, so very much.

"I missed you." The poor thing sniveled.

"We know." Both Endou and Park chimed in unison.