Spring weather, dragonflies, hand in hand. Miu’s dreamed of this day. Shinsou thought this was out of his reach. It’s the first day Miu’s ever been out like this alone with Shinsou. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t awkward in the slightest. The awkward shuffling with how they should place their hands, trying to figure out whether it was appropriate to walk hand in hand or with an arm casually wrapped around the shoulder, or how close they oughta be to each other was only served to be part of the label they felt they should live up to: boyfriends.
What did it mean to be a boyfriend? Certainly Miu through his free-formed upbringing oughta know better, but even he couldn’t gauge the fine-line between being close friends and being a lover. So they walk together in pensive silence through nature; splotches of orange, yellow, and speckles of blue decorating the sky. The sun beams ever-so-bright, but disperses through the leaves of the cherry blossom tr