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Satoru was so, so tired.
The golden sunlight of Okinawa shone through the trees, through his glasses, digging into his nosebridge, overtaking his vision. Discomfort pounded into his brain, permeating his train of thought— shiny black hair and bright eyes flooded his senses, and although completely shadowed by a brilliant green canopy, they appeared as radiant as ever.
"Satoru"
"..."
Losing distant, girlish banter to the rush of flowing water, Satoru raised a hand to massage his right temple, adjusting his eyes to peer at the force of nature that is Getou Suguru.
"Suguru..."
Eyebrows furrowed, Suguru decided.
"I think you need an alani"
Choosing to answer with silence, Satoru watched as his best friend let out an unnecessarily dramatic sigh, eyes locked on graceful fingers as they slowly pushed a bang strand from equally weary eyes.
Tilting his head, Satoru amused the suggestion.
"The worlds awesomest sorcerer, dead from a heart attack at the ripe old age of twenty-five. I think it has a ring to it, honestly."
"..."
"..."
The crazy-banged boy smiled and gazed straight ahead, as if the shaded riverbank had hung the stars.
"You wouldn't die that easily"
"..."
"..."
"Nah, I might. The higher-ups would go crazy, you know?"
Satoru laughed the last syllable, closing his eyes to briefly ease the exhaustion that threatened his consciousness with each waking moment.
"You can't die yet, man. We have a mission, remember?"
Suguru slapped his back, and although it was light and playful, warmth spread through Satoru's body, illuminating his cheeks. His lips mouthed a silent protest, the words long stuck in his throat. Suddenly hyperaware of how much the hard rock he sat on was paining his ass, he shifted and hugged his knees a bit tighter than before.
"Whatever.."