He doesn't care if Aoi steals his cheese. The fireworks are silent, despite their light illuminating the space between the two of them. Duster stares at the empty spot where they aren't touching.
"A..." A date. His hand grips on he edge of of the awning, the other hand that's closer to Aoi still on his knee.
"I...had to show up..." Why? Because they were friends? Because he wanted to figure out what happened on the 10th? Isn't this what he was hoping for?
His mouth opens and closes as he tries to sound out his answer, but he can't believe this is actually happening. Is this just a dream? He tentatively holds out a shaking hand, letting it hover over Aoi's. If he touches this illusion, will it disappear?
Just at this moment, Duster's eyes flick upward to look at his face for the first time tonight. There's hope in his own, bewilderment. The past few weeks have gone by so fast: this guy (who happens to be good looking) becoming a friend, they hang out together, bond over training, break apart, share an umbrella, and he asks him out on a date. It's almost like it happened out of nowhere.
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"A..." A date. His hand grips on he edge of of the awning, the other hand that's closer to Aoi still on his knee.
"I...had to show up..." Why? Because they were friends? Because he wanted to figure out what happened on the 10th? Isn't this what he was hoping for?
His mouth opens and closes as he tries to sound out his answer, but he can't believe this is actually happening. Is this just a dream? He tentatively holds out a shaking hand, letting it hover over Aoi's. If he touches this illusion, will it disappear?
Just at this moment, Duster's eyes flick upward to look at his face for the first time tonight. There's hope in his own, bewilderment. The past few weeks have gone by so fast: this guy (who happens to be good looking) becoming a friend, they hang out together, bond over training, break apart, share an umbrella, and he asks him out on a date. It's almost like it happened out of nowhere.