COntRol

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⚡COntRol⚡
Chapter 36

[Kirishima's POV]

I'm on a field.

A sunflower field.

It seemed endless, the beautiful, bright flowers tilting up to the cerulean sky. There was not a cloud up there, not a bee or buzzing insect around. The only sounds made were the rustling of the outstretched leaves, reaching out to suck in as much sunlight as they could. Not one of those canary petals had any defects, all perfectly uniform. But each flower had a different size, some blocking out the sun and giving me a ground view of their canopy, others down to my shoulder height, but still just as round and colourful as the rest. I could smell a dull scent of nectar, still sweet as it wafts through my nose.

I must have turned around at least ten times before I found something other than the sunflowers: a small green square of grass, more vibrant with the golden petals to contrast it. I try not to trample on any of the towering sunflowers around and above me, pushing stems to the sides as I make a path, finding my way through with the impaled vision that I had.

Soon enough, after venturing for what felt like a half hour, I'd reached the square, which was a lot larger than I'd imagined. A lawn, like the courtyard of our dorm. Maybe even bigger. And in the centre, there was a boy.

A sunflower-blonde boy.

He turns to the sound of my trampling, the bangs that frame his face fluttering with the motion, eyes of sugary honey, shaped like those of a doe, winged at the tips and decorated with fine lashes. He wears nothing but a white t-shirt and blue shorts, knees bent and bare feet lacing with the grass beneath them. He's leaning back, relaxed, hands propping him up, and every inch of his ivory skin soaks in the sunlight from the bluer sky, which had no canopies of sunflowers blocking its shine. The boy smiles, a smile that I hadn't seen in so long, driving me towards the urge of tracing and memorising it.

Because the amount of relief I felt for seeing the Kaminari I knew made me drop the questions of 'why am I here' or 'how did I get here'.

"Kirishima," he says, in a voice that drives me to tears, but also makes my heart beat faster. He sounded so beautiful. And looks so beautiful. He is beautiful, and it was never more truer than at that moment, when I could finally see his real self.

"I-Is that seat reserved?" I ask, sniffling a bit and blinking away tears.

He laughs.

Nothing... c-could compare to that sound. To the sweet and pure melodies pouring from his mouth.

This time, tears actually fall - Kaminari doesn't appear to notice.

"Course not, silly! Come sit!" he says, patting the empty space beside him. I'm slightly hesitant, a part of me believing this was too good to be true, but slump beside him anyway, my body pressing right against his smaller one, and I mimic his position. My toes curl into the cool grass beneath them.

I try to relax, but I now have a sense of unease. The warmth beside me felt surreal, the calming aura he'd emitted coming too suddenly. It all happened too soon and me imagining those scars and tired, dry eyes and cracked, strained smile made the unsettlement stir, and the anticipation crawl.

"What's on your mind, Ei?" he asks, cocking his head slightly. I could tell those golden eyes were looking at me, shining in confusion. "Is there something wrong?"

"You're not real," I say flatly, and saying it aloud didn't make me believe it any more than I already did.

I'd probably hurt Kaminari by saying that. If he were real, then I'm probably hallucinating. Maybe I am? Maybe I've begun seeing things because I've gone mad with missing the old Kaminari.