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It’s a beautiful day. Thin rays of sunshine warm the feathers on Tokoyami Fumikage’s head while a gentle breeze blows through them; a lovely combination of heat and chill. A soft golden glow outlines everything around him.
This weather is perfect for playing sports, having picnics, or even just taking a stroll. Days like these are the best.
From where he sits under a tree in the grass, Fumikage can see Kouda planting something in a large, new pot. There are already five on the porch of the building. He’s heard a few classmates complain that the assortment of potted plants looks cluttered, but Fumikage thinks they add character. They’re cute.
A butterfly flits past Fumikage’s head. He watches it glide all the way across the grassy yard and land on one of the flowers Kouda has planted. The tall boy looks at the orange bug, a delighted smile lighting up his face. Fumikage can feel his own face warm up a little at the scene. That’s sweet.
He leans his head against the tree trunk, shifting his gaze up to the branches above him. The shadows on the ground constantly shift as each leaf waves in the breeze at its own pace.
As time ticks by, Fumikage closes his eyes. He allows himself to stop thinking, and he falls asleep.
The sun is setting by the time he wakes up, the sky streaked with dark orange and gold. He sits there for another few minutes, content to stare off into the distance at nothing.
His peaceful silence is soon interrupted by Iida Tenya’s loud, scolding voice.
“Tokoyami! There you are! It’s nearly dark! You need to come inside.” Iida’s hands flail around in exaggerated swipes as he voices nonsensical concerns and scolds Fumikage’s napping habits.
It was nice while it lasted, Fumikage thinks, although he isn’t mad. Iida’s antics are rather amusing.
He obediently gets up, stretches, and follows the taller boy inside. As he’s greeted by some of his classmates in the common room, a strong surge of affection washes over him. It’s nice to have so many people who care about you. I’m grateful for everything I have here.
Fumikage can hear Dark Shadow scoff in his head, and he rolls his eyes in response. You’re soft, Dark Shadow says teasingly through the telepathic bond they share.
Yesterday you were up until one in the morning fangirling over comics, Fumikage reminds him silently. Before Dark Shadow can protest, he continues. Anyways, I need to study. Tomorrow’s Sunday, and we can do whatever you want. Within reason.
The comfortable silence returns. Sometimes, Fumikage thinks, it’s good to stop and appreciate everything beautiful.