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- What color is happiness for you? -
Motoya came up with that question, out of nowhere, as he always did.
It seemed like simple questions of his, asked somewhat in jest but taken seriously by the other two. That they would then start to think..
Like at that moment...
They were lying on the grass on top of a tarp brought from home, under the tall foliage of the trees, the canopies that, swaying, gave them the gift of a pleasant coolness and a sweet harmonious melody that was occasionally interrupted by the deafening chirping of the cicadas that, not satisfied, were trying to give the last insistent cadenced touches before the onset of evening.
They were letting their hair be caressed not only by the gentle breeze but also by each other's gentle touches.
Motoya, as usual, stood between the two of them. Waiting.
Both Osamu and Rintarou, still thinking more about the question than about the answer, now lay on their sides, stretching their torsos raised in elbow support, looking at the other two.
- More than color, for me happiness is a sound. - It was Rintarou who spoke first.
It was amazing how, thanks to Osamu first and Motoya later, he had somehow tamed his emotions, softened and no longer angry at the whole world and disillusioned.
- It is the sound of your voices in the morning when I wake up. - he continued to speak, letting his gaze wander for a moment past the other two, caressing Motoya's arm with slow movements.
- It is the sound of your laughter, Mori, that is able to save anyone. It is the sound of Osamu cooking, in that act of love that is cooking for us. -
- Rin... - whispered the other two, casting him a look full of love.
- Thank you. - They then added, murmuring.
- For me, happiness is a taste. - Osamu said and he welcomed the small laughter of the other two, chuckling in turn, then became serious again.
- It is the taste of your lips, of tea drunk together at the end of the day lying on the sofa, when we can be quiet after shutting the whole world out. It is the taste of the tuna onigiri I make for Tsumu, it is the taste of his happy and satisfied smile when he eats them. - he sighed, which was followed by a moment of silence.
- And for you, Mori, what color is happiness? - Osamu asked him, sliding now lying down again, snuggling up to Motoya as he continued to caress Rintarou's side.
Motoya parted his lips in a slight smile, bringing his gaze above himself as Rintarou snuggled up to him as well.
- For me, the color of happiness is the green of these trees above us, of the yellow of the sunbeam that makes its way through these foliage. The color of happiness is the color of now, of this very moment. - he said, looking first at one and then at the other - Because for me the color of happiness is every moment. Every instant of feeling grateful for everything I have. Of your love, of Kyo's affection, of the people dear to me ... -
- My goodness, Mori! You are too much for this world. - Proffered Osamu, smiling faintly.
- Yeah! - confirmed Rintarou - This world does not deserve you. -
- What morons you are! - laughed Motoya heartily, whose protests were immediately quelled by the lips of the other two.
For in a rushing, arrogant world, Motoya was the freshness, the authenticity, the kindness that generated more kindness. And infinite love.