-Inspired by the song Symphony (It has the cutest/saddest music video.)- The art belongs to its owner (NOT ME)

Also:

I know Oka, we've all been there. Adorable ship feels.

Shin followed Budo, paintbrush still in his hand. "YOU GET BACK HERE, MASUTA!" Shin yelled, trying to catch up to the muscular Martial Artist.

The paint he had splashed on Shin had absolutely nothing to do with art, and it had probably ruined poor Shin's shirt.

Shin should have realized- I mean, they were painting the apartment, paint was bound to get on someone and a paint war would start- But still! He had a concert that night!

He finally caught up to Budo when the latter decided to take a rest under the fallen tree the two loved to play in. Yes, play. 

Shin snuck up behind his boyfriend, covering the black-haired man's face in paint.

They laughed, chasing each other.

Shin opened the door, frowning. Budo had never returned home that night.

"Sir?" a policeman said. "Is this the residence of Budo Masuta and Shin Higatsu?"

"Yes?" Shin said, purple eyes widening. "What's wrong?"

"Sir, I regret to inform you that tonight, Budo Masuta was riding his bike downtown when a car hit him. He was rushed to a hospital, but they were unable to save him."

Shin felt faint. He gripped the staircase. "W-What?"

"Sir, Budo Masuta died at 10:35 tonight. If you want to know, his last words were 'Tell Shin he's my everything. My love, my life, my symphony.'"

The world faded out. Shin collapsed, sobbing.

I've been hearing symphonies
Before all I heard was silence
A rhapsody for you and me
And every melody is timeless
Life was stringing me along
Then you came and you cut me loose
Was solo singing on my own
Now I can't find the key without you.

And now your song is on repeat
And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat
And when you're gone, I feel incomplete.

I know, I know.

It was terrible.

I warned you, much as I love it, I can't write yaoi. Mental inability, I guess.

Oh well, Heart~senpai liked it, so I'm happy.

-Star