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Graduation was kinda scary to think about. Sure, Mao was an overthinker and he worried for the future student council, but all things considered, he knew they were in good hands with the new head. No, that wasn't what he was thinking about.
"Oh, good morning, Takamine."
He was thinking about Midori Takamine.
It had been about a year now, sure, but he just couldn't get that week out of his head. No one could. But the thought that if he had taken the lazy route that day and chose not to do a quick sweep of the campus before leaving, the boy in front of him would be...
Huh? Oh, uh, morning."
No. Don't think about it. He's still here, so it's not worth dwelling on. Mao sighed and opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water from inside. "Need anything?" he called. The other boy shook his head.
It was quiet. Mao didn't really know what to say. It was just the two of them out there, no one else was up yet (though they likely would be soon, Mao thought.)
As hard as he tried, nothing came out of his mouth. Or Midori's. The only sound in the room was the ambient drone of the AC unit somewhere out of sight. There was no real tension, it was just awkward. Go figure, he supposed. Not many people can seem to talk to him all that well. I shouldn't take it personally.
A creak- someone was coming. If he was lucky, it was someone he knew. Or someone Midori would talk to. Anything to break this silence.
To his immediate relief, Mao saw a certain student council member make his way down the stairs. Shinobu tended to be up early, but he usually waited for his roommates unless he had council duties to attend to. Gripping the rail, the short boy took a look around the room before hopping off the last step.
"Good morning, Isara-dono!"
Even though he fully expected the greeting, it still made him jump a little. "Oh- uh, morning."
Unsurprisingly, Shinobu almost immediately made his way over to where his unitmate was sitting. Aside from a hushed hello, they didn't really speak. Shinobu just kinda sat there, studying his tall friend, who as far as Mao could tell, was just sitting there. He always found Midori hard to read, he supposed. There was a reason those two were so close. If this was how he managed to figure out what was going on in that head, more power to 'em.
Not too much later, the other students came down, either trudging their way to the door or practically skipping off with their friends in tow.
Soon, this would be one of the only times he'd get to see Midori. That still scared him. But...
"How do you two have so much energy in the morning..." Midori whined. "You're becoming too much like Morisawa."
"You were up way before us, so if anyone's like Taichou-"
He smiled to himself. He'll be okay.