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It’s April first, and Icyhot said we should journal our time together for the next ten days as some kind of joke. I don’t think he gets the point of April Fools’ Day, but it’s almost funnier this way.
We walked to class together this morning, and for some reason, he seemed to be in a good mood. Usually, we just wave and silently walk to class. Today, he was smiling a little bit, and there was a little more energy in his steps than his shitty, monotonous everything. I asked him why he was in a good mood, and he told me he was happy that it was finally April. Said April was a special month to him, and I’d know why soon.
But fucking hell is his smile nice. He hardly smiles, but I stare whenever he does. I look like a dumbass, but his smiles are so goddamn nice.
I swear, it’s like the cherry blossoms outside are flourishing in my head.
At lunch, he stared off into the scenery outside for a while. He wasn’t smiling anymore. He looked sad, if anything. I can’t read him very well, but something wasn’t right. He just stared outside for a while, and I had to nudge the dumbass to knock him out of it.
Asked him if he was all right, and he nodded. I said he hadn’t touched his lunch and had been staring for a while. He said, “I was just thinking about how we wait so long just to watch the cherry blossoms fall apart. We don’t really pay attention to when they bloom. We pay attention to when they start to die.”
I said, “Just so happens to be that they look the best when they’re dying.”
He smiled a little and looked back outside. “I see.”
“All right, just spit it out. What’re you thinking about?”
“If you were a cherry blossom with only a little bit of time left in the world, what would you want to see and do? I guess they can’t do much, but you get the point:”
“I dunno. I’d just wanna do everything I possibly could. You?”
“I think I’d want to make up for all my wrongs and truly appreciate everything and everyone I have.”
Then, lunch ended.
After school, we were studying in my dorm, and Icyhot fell asleep with his head on my desk. He’s a quiet sleeper. He almost looks peacefully dead when he’s asleep.
I felt weird, but not in a bad way. I covered him with a blanket and started to just kind of think. It’s our last year here at U.A. Our high school days are almost over. Feels like I first saw this freak with red and white hair and a weird-ass mark over his eye just a few weeks ago. These high school years have been fucking crazy, but I’ve gotten the most out of them over everything else.
Sucks that all good things have to come to an end, and that end’s fast approaching…