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Isagi loves autumn.
The soft breeze it brings that’s not quite cold nor warm, the earthy colors spanning for miles and miles, the crisp smell of winter that’s not quite here yet.
Everything about autumn awakens Isagi’s blood, giving him more energy than he can contain.
“What’s on your mind?”
Those aren’t the only reason, Isagi thinks as he hears Kunigami speak from beside him, his voice a soft rumble. Isagi turns to him, blue scarf fluttering in time with his movement.
And for a heartbeat, his breath catches in his throat. He’s seen Kunigami a lot of times, been by his side longer than he believes he’s worthy of, but he’s never seen Kunigami under the glowing light of autumn quite like this. Hair the color of drying leaves, eyes as vivid as the chilly sunset, Isagi wonders if Kunigami is a child of autumn itself.
Really, Isagi loves autumn.
But as he sees Kunigami standing underneath the crimson and scarlet of his beloved season, a small, wayward leaf stuck innocently on his hair, Isagi concludes that he loves Kunigami more.
“Nothing,” Isagi says, a secret smile on his lips. “I just thought autumn’s a lot nicer this year.”
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