down the waves of august

It never starts with Kojirou dragging Kaoru to a new skateboarding spot or an ice cream shop, even though he recently got his license to legally drive a bike that will allow him to go anywhere he wants.

It always starts with Kaoru showing up at Kojirou's house with a grander than life energy and never-ending excitement that transforms every one of his steps into a skip. He's smiling and shining, like there's nothing more valuable than taking the biggest breath of air and swallowing it whole to absorb the freedom summer is giving them.

"Let's go," Kaoru says, shoving his fist against Kojirou's chest with a grin. "Take your board."

It's nine in the morning on a summer day of their last high school summer vacation, and Kojirou doesn't even think about his homework or his cram school classes as he follows Kaoru's extended hand, guiding him towards a world where nothing matters except the smell of fresh flowers and the sight of a back showing him the way.

***

They're sweaty, exhausted and hungry but Kojirou finds himself grinning like a fool as he collapses on the stairs of his house porch, skateboard in hand. Kaoru follows suit, placing his hands on the cool stone of the stairs, and lets out a long sigh as he tips his head back, some of his hair falling out of the low bun as he does so. Kojirou glances at the curve of Kaoru's exposed neck, then quickly averts his eyes.

"We should go back to that skatepark tomorrow," Kojirou suggests, still high on adrenaline. "I've got classes until 3 pm, we'll have enough time before my mom starts calling me to get home."

Summer classes suck, and Kojirou would have gladly spent his days lazing around and eating junk food while watching shows on TV, or skateboarding until his legs couldn't take it anymore, but university entrance exams aren't going to be passed without extensive studying. Simply thinking about them is enough for Kojirou's good mood to drop.

"We should," Kaoru answers slowly.

Kaoru's face is turned towards the reddening sky. Even though the sun is setting, drowning the white facade of the houses into warmer shades, it's still hot and way too humid for Kojirou's taste. All summer is going to be like this—uncomfortable, sticky and heavy, but nothing he isn't used to. He'll complain about the weather until Kaoru gets annoyed and complains about him, then they'll buy a week's worth of popsicles to eat in one afternoon as they do their homework and they'll go skating at night, once they're free from obligations and the crushing heat.

This is what summer is supposed to be like. The view from his porch, from his family's army of bicycles near the gate to the neighbor's wind chime hanging on the first floor's window and to the cat wandering on the roofs, is familiar and reassuring in its immutability. Kojirou has spent countless hours sitting here with Kaoru until dinner time, until one of them starts fidgeting because the stairs are stiff and uncomfortable and really not the place to sit on for a prolonged period of time. Kaoru's traditional house would be a much more logical choice to hang out at; but both of them know it wouldn't be the same.

When Kojirou stares at Kaoru's figure, still looking at the infinite stretch of sky and gaze seemingly lost somewhere that Kojirou is not allowed to enter, he realizes that this summer will be different.

"You're staying for dinner?" Kojirou asks, scraping his shoe against a hole in their paved pathway leading to the stairs they've never bothered fixing. "For some reason as we grow older, my family gets more excited when you stay for dinner. Eisuke is even asking for you."

Kaoru shifts and turns fully towards Kojirou, his face the slightest bit surprised before his lips are curled into a smirk. The light of the sunset makes the color of his hair and of his eyes even more vibrant, like he was meant to be seen at this time of the day, when the sun recedes and the stars arise, and Kojirou almost misses what Kaoru says.