宇善

06. | ᴄᴀʀʀɪʟʟᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴠɪᴇɴᴛᴏ

"Unless you come on your own,

without thanking the tremor in your legs. If your intentions are deceitful,

he is not interested in knowing who is on the other side of the door. " 

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"Living with Inosuke is very strange, I swear. He has that pig mask and he almost never wears a shirt and when he does it is sometimes stained with something rouge."

Zenitsu continued to complain about the stool next to the piano, he didn't comment on how Uzui bothered to clean it.
A few loose sheets in his lap let the other man know that he was sorting notes.

The wooden stick danced across his lips before his gaze flicked from the young man to his right and the painting in front of him.

"If he delivers the money on time, who cares what he does in his spare time?"

"To me! I sleep meters away from him, it's a precaution."

Uzui sneered. Zenitsu always so paranoid.

As spring continued its course, they both did too. Sunbeams sneaked in through the window without consideration, fully hitting the Dangos that Zenitsu had so kindly prepared for the snack.

"True. But if it was blood it would turn dark brown, not carmine."

"No matter what color it turns, it's scary."

"In fact, it does matter. It's VERY important, they are details that we have to take into account."

Zenitsu clicked his tongue, the last dango ball was gulped down before thinking of agreeing with him and ending the conversation about the importance of colors or going the other way and earning himself a whole long and very detailed private lesson on Goethe's theory. which was now known by heart thanks to Tengen.

"Yes you're right." His first choice won.

Uzu smiled. "I'm glad you understand, I was about to tell you the story of the color red, but if you want I can tell you anyway."

"I'd rather you did not."

The perfectly detailed notes in time set the scene for the geleria, it seemed that it was a song that he played often despite assuring that he had not touched a piano in years.

And Zenitsu sang like a bird announcing the dawn, something touched Uzui about that, something made his heart spin in an almost painful but strangely pleasant way.

If he could, he would want to hear Zenitsu's voice every day for the rest of his life.

Uzui stopped mixing yellow with green, the piano notes danced to the beat of a rhythm that made him feel like he was in a high-class dance, following the tune of the piano. Following the rhythm that Zenitsu had managed, he shook his head from side to side.

He wondered what it would be like to listen to Zenitsu in the morning or before bed, wondered which side of the bed he preferred or if he poured the cereal before the milk. If she likes air conditioning in summer or heating in winter, every detail, knowing the shape of her lips when she smiled or knowing how many eyelashes were on her eyes. It was strange but it didn't scare him.

"Do you like Le rouge et le noir?" Uzui asked, even though in fact, he already knew the answer.

Zenitsu stopped playing and his gaze went to the albino who continued serenely with the brush in his hands.