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“Everything is doing super dandy, Yuuta-kun,” Hinata spoke with a loud voice into his cracked phone that’s seen better days, an attempt to cover up the sound of the wind rushing around him, picking up orange hair to blow around his face.
From this height atop the tall foreboding skyrise, he should have been more cognizant of how his surroundings would sound, but then again he wasn’t expecting a call from his brother, even when he knew it was afternoon in Italy. He should’ve ignored the call, it was late into the night in Japan after all, so he could have texted him in the morning that he was super sorry to miss the call but he was asleep! Yeah, the easy route was ignoring the call, and too bad it was out of reach now and he was stuck holding a conversation on the top of the Ensemble Square building.
Yuuta’s end of the call was filled with background noise too- tunes of clicking shoes and camera shutters, managers directing models, and it was clear that he was in the middle of a shoot. The older brother in him wanted to chastise Yuuta for slacking off to take a call, but that same part also had a soaring heart that his brother thought to call and check in.
“Sena-senpai said we should be returning home in a few days, and then the managers will let me know if they want me for any more shoots.” He could hear the way Yuuta bit his lip, and he imagined the little scrunch between his eyebrows he did when he was nervous. “I think it’s going well, at least Sena-senpai isn’t really grouchy with me. He’s been nice actually, like directing me and stuff.
Hinata smiled. A grin that no one was bearing witness to, but one that was practiced and performed day in day out that it always came out when he talked. Or, that wasn’t right. No, no, he’s trying to fix this- his smile drops. No smile. He isn’t happy right now, so he doesn’t want to smile, especially when there isn’t anyone around. But won’t Yuuta get sad?- Yuuta gets sad when he fakes it. But he’s working so hard right now so he doesn’t want to stress him out in the middle of the shoot, those pinched eyebrows wouldn’t be good for a camera, but Yuuta called him so he must want to talk to an honest Hinata. So, honesty? But what if he’s wrong. He needs to reply, Yuuta must be getting worried waiting on his response so he just needs to say it’s great to hear and move on to something else-
His eyes unfocus, and the city lights he was watching with such reverence blur into indistinct orbs like he’d become a broken camera at a thrift store. The left hand gripping the guardrail of the rooftop tightens around the cold bars that nip at his palms with their chill, and a right hand squeezes the phone just to have equality in the actions.
“That’s good.” The words feel clunky coming out of his mouth like, and he doesn’t really care how robotic they sound. If Yuuta gets mad then he’s such a bad brother and he just needs to jump- take a deep breath, and step away from the railing.
But the lights are so pretty, even as these vague orbs, painted like watercolors in his vision that dance in a beautiful stream. Perhaps even prettier as the circles that coax Hinata’s green eyes to reflect and embellish in their colors. Perhaps even more tempting as the wind picks up again, so bitter and chilled at this height, and it bites at his ankles. Take off shoes, say a prayer and an apology, and- take a deep breath, and step away from the railing.
He clicks his tongue, flicking the numbness off it. “I’m glad it’s going well. I think we both gave Sena-senpai a hard time, but he’s really a nice dude. Just barky like Oogami-senpai.”