The next morning, they were woken up by a doctor storming into the room.

Koutarou jerked up from the embrace they've been sleeping in and sat up quickly while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

He looked at the doctor and then at Keiji's mother, who was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Had she been there all the time? He hadn't heard her coming in at all last night.

"... what I'm trying to say is, we've found a heart for your son."

He could hear Keiji's mother gasping and Koutarou quickly turned around to stare at the doctor wide eyed, trying to process what he just said.

"Keiji, did you hear that??" he called out, looking down at the boy still lying beside him.

His own heart started beating madly in his chest. This had to be a dream...

"Yeah..." the dark haired boy breathed out softly with his eyes still closed and the corners of his lips tugging upwards a bit. "I've heard it..."

Koutarou wanted to hug him, but his mother was already by his side to tug Keiji into her arms tightly and he let her. Tears of joy were tickling down her face and Koutarou watched them with a smile, before finally climbing out of bed as a few nurses started to gather around them.

"There's no time to lose. We're starting with the preparations immediately since the organ is already on its way" the doctor explained and Keiji's mother finally let go of her son.

Koutarou moved back to the wall and watched as the nurses and doctors prepared Keiji for the surgery and lifted him to another bed.

Now that he had a closer look on him, the silver haired teen noticed how pale and heavily breathing he was, barely responding to his surroundings. A lump formed in his throat at the thought of how cold he had felt into his arms last night. It only took him another second to realize how barely Keiji had probably escaped death.

Although it wasn't over yet.

Koutarou knew the operation was a very risky one but at the same time, it was Keijis last chance.

He watched as the nurses wheeled the bed out of the room and when Keiji's mom followed, he did too. He was unsure if he was allowed or even meant to, but there was no way he would leave Keiji alone now.

They got into an elevator and finally halted in front of the entrance to the surgery.

Koutarou stood a few steps away and watched as Keiji's mother bent down to hug and kiss her son. They didn't give them much time to say goodbye and she had to be dragged away by another nurse before they continued on.

When they set off to wheel the bed through the large door, Koutarou felt the lump in his throat widen.

This was wrong. He couldn't let him leave like that. He just couldn't let them-

The moment they pushed open the door, the gazes of the two boys locked and before Koutarou could even stop himself, he had already called out a desperate "Wait!"

The nurses stopped and when they looked at him expecting, the silver haired teen didn't waste another second to rush forward and clasped at the other boys hand tightly. Before he could even find the right words to say though, the other one had already reached out to remove the mask from his face which was providing him with oxygen.

"I'm gonna be alright... I promise" he breathed out with such a shaky voice, it only made Koutarou tear up even more.

He clenched at the other boys cold fingers with both hands and bit his lip.

"I just..." he started but hesitated. "I'm so scared, Keiji."

"I know."

A sad, weak smile appeared on his features as Keiji looked up to him.

"Me too..."

And it were these words which finally made Koutarou kiss him.

Their lips touched only for a brief moment and Koutarou wasn't sure if it really happened, but as he pulled away there was a warm feeling spreading in his chest, despite the surprised look the other one gave him.

After a short moment, Keiji's expression had calmed down again and he gently squeezed Koutarou's hand, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Koutarou wished this moment never ended.

However, when the nurses began to continue on, their fingers slowly entangled until Keiji's hand let go of his own completely and he was left standing there, watching as they passed through the door.

"See you then, Keiji" he muttered although the door in front of him had slid close already.

He turned around then, grabbed the hand of Keiji's still sobbing mother and led her to the waiting area.

They sat down and Koutarou kept holding her hand. He clenched at it eventually to give her support and kept muttering quiet encouraging words, until both of them fell into a tense silence, waiting for one of the doctors to come back and bring them good news.