Shiratorizawa'a Tokyo Training Camp ft. SemiShira

-3-

Saturday

After eating the conveyor belt sushi restaurant to the brink of bankruptcy, the team decided to take the look around the Solamachi. When they step out, the sky had long lost its light, painting the world in black. But the shine of the city was dazzling, illuminating everything brilliantly, casting a warm golden glow.

A cold spring breeze passes through the crowd, and Shirabu wished he'd brought his jacket, a slight shiver ran through him and he rubs his arms.

"Ah~ it's a little chilly out here," Tendou says, before promptly taking Ushijima's arms and wrapping them around himself like a jacket, "much better!"

Taichi gags at the blatant PDA, and Yamagata gives him a knowing pat on the back.

The group chats as they walk into the bright building. The interior was modern, bright lights overhead, with countless shops lined down the hall.

They all gasp, and much to the annoyance of other tourists, they stopped to take in the magnificence of everything.

"There's so many people here," Shirabu mumbles, his eyes glazed over the sea of bobbing heads, there's too many people.

"Can we go up the tower?" Goshiki ask, he was basically vibrating from excitement.

"Ack!" Tendou shivers, "I'm not going up the tower-"

"The let's split up into two groups then," Reon says, "people who want to go up and people who don't."

"I'll stay with Tendou," Ushijima said.

"I'd rather not go up either," Oohira chuckles, then he puts his hand on Semi's shoulders, "I'm leaving the underclassmen to you."

"What about me? I'm a third year too!" Yamagata complains.

"Yeah no, I don't even trust you with yourself."

Semi laughs, ruffling Yamagata's hair as he pouts, "fine, I'll do my best."

"Don't let Shirabu kill Tsutomu," Tendou jokes.

Shirabu glares at him, and Tendou looks away, whistling. Then he prances towards Semi, whispering something in his ear. Semi visibly flushes, and Tendou trots away with a smirk. Reon offers a consoling pat on the back before following Ushijima and Tendou, who were already walking away.

Shirabu tilts his head at the short exchange. He eyes the light blush stretching across Semi's cheeks. It was cute.

"Alright guys, let's go," Semi says, turning to the group with his hands on his hips, "don't get lost, alright? Stay together."

"Ok Semi-Senpai!" Goshiki chatters.

"This is somewhat exciting," Taichi says with a small smile.

Shirabu hummed in agreement, and the small group follows Semi's lead through the crowd, making light conversation as they went.

"Tokyo sure has a lot of people," Semi mumbles as they push through the hoard of bodies.

"Yeah, I couldn't tell, thanks for pointing it out," Shirabu replied.

Semi snorts, "it's not like I was talking to you, brat."

"Were you talking to yourself then? How sad."

"Maybe you should talk to yourself instead of talking shit at me."

"But it's fun pissing you off," Shirabu says, almost playfully.

When there's a lack of response from the ash blonde, Shirabu looks over, and Semi had a small look of surprise on his face.