Locked Gazes

It was a busy afternoon in Tokyo as always, the bustling streets of people, crowds crossing the streets, it was all the usual.

A small boy, by the name of Kazuha, had been walking around Tokyo. The sun was setting, and he was just at the edge of the side walk, waiting for the lights to signal that he could cross.

He felt the light breeze brush against his skin, the slight warmth of the sun warming his skin. Finally, the signal had come, and he began to cross, walking alongside the crowd of people.

As he walked, he stared in front of him, making sure his only goal was to get to the other side of the road, but before he could finish that thought, he locked gazes with another pair of eyes, they were a beautiful, navy color.. The sunlight caressed his dark, navy blue hair, the light sending a glimmer through the others eyes, revealing a beautiful sight in front of him.

Time seemed to stop, everything going by slowly. As they walked, he finally made it to the other side, staring down at his feet while he pressed his lips together tightly in a thin line. Without thinking, he turned around, seeing the light flashing as a signal that it was no longer available to cross.

He took a sharp breath, and ran across the street, yelling out a "sorry!" As he heard the honks of horns from cars. He hurried his pace, closing his eyes tightly for a moment, before opening them. He found himself grabbing the persons hand, it felt like this moment was something he shouldn't miss, like it was meant to happen.

「ー」

Breathing heavily, the boy froze.

"What am I doing.. this is a total stranger I'm holding onto here.. what of I've frightened them by doing this.."

He thought in his head, breathing heavily as he caught his breath.

"Hello?"

He heard a voice speak, causing him to look up. It was that person, the person he'd grabbed on to. He stood up straight, letting go of the boys hand and laughing quietly, trying to hide his nervousness.

"I'm so sorry.. Um.."
He'd pause, trying to think of something to say to drop the awkwardness, though it failed, miserably..

"I'm Kazuha.. And you are?"
The white haired male spoke nervously, showing off a warm smile, his eyes forming small crescents as he smiled.

"Kuni.. Kunikuzushi. But you can call me Scara."
The other said after a moment of silence. Clearly he was confused, I mean.. Who wouldn't be? After randomly being stopped by a stranger?

"Ah! Scara? That's a nice nickname."
Kazuha responds, showing a gentle demeanor, his voice soft and smooth like honey, very gentle.

Scara looks away to the side, cheeks barely flushed red. He wasn't used to people coming up to him, nor was he prepared to have any interactions with anyone. Kazuha noticed this, and seemed to feel bad.

"Are you alright?"
Kazuha said, leaning in just a little. He noticed the boys phone in his hand, showing a GPS, though he was going the opposite direction.
"Are you perhaps trying to find your way somewhere?"

"I.. yeah.. I am.. I've never really been to Japan before, I only came to visit my mother, who I'm not very close to."
The navy haired boy, Scara, spoke.