The sounds of the fireworks irritated Midorima to no end. Every single year, his neighbors would send out fireworks outside his (family’s) house, and would not even bother to clean up the mess they had done.
But this year was different, Takao was beside him, celebrating the atrocious event. The sounds seemed to be blocked. And only Takao, who was silent all through-out the blasts until the clock stuck twelve, was on his sight.
“Happy New Year, Shin-chan!” Takao greeted. “Let’s have another blast this year!”
So much for the silence.
“Shin-chan?” The smaller man tilted his head to a side.
Midorima sighed. “Happy New Year, Takao.”
“Is Shin-chan sad that we didn’t have s—” Takao was cut off by a whack on the head.
“No!”