A Journey through the Changing Seasons

🧺Fall picnic🍂

Amidst the cool embrace of autumn, Tomura and Dabi decided to embark on an unusual outing – a picnic in the woods. While not your typical choice for a day out, they were drawn to the tranquility and solitude the forest offered during this season.

They gathered their supplies, packing sandwiches, snacks, and a thermos of hot tea into a worn wicker basket. Tomura wore a dark hoodie to ward off the chill, and Dabi had his scarf wrapped snugly around his neck.

Hand in hand, they ventured into the woods, the leaves beneath their feet forming a soft carpet of red and gold. The air was crisp, and the distant sound of birdsong added to the serene ambiance.

After a short walk, they found a picturesque spot by a tranquil stream. Tomura spread out a blanket beneath a towering oak tree, and they settled down, surrounded by the symphony of rustling leaves and the gentle babble of the water.

Dabi poured steaming cups of tea from the thermos, the warmth of the drink a welcome contrast to the brisk air. They sat in companionable silence, watching the sunlight filter through the branches above.

Tomura leaned against the tree, his eyes closing briefly. "This is surprisingly nice, Dabi. Peaceful."

Dabi nodded, his gaze fixed on the stream. "Yeah, it is. It's a break from the chaos of our lives."

They enjoyed their sandwiches and snacks, occasionally sharing bites and laughter. As they ate, a sense of contentment washed over them, a feeling that seemed so foreign yet so welcome.

After their meal, Tomura pulled out a book he had brought along. Dabi raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "A book? You're full of surprises, Tomura."

Tomura smirked as he flipped open the book, revealing a collection of eerie ghost stories. "Well, I thought we could add a touch of the supernatural to our picnic."

Dabi chuckled, leaning in closer to listen as Tomura began to read. They lost themselves in tales of restless spirits, haunted houses, and mysterious disappearances, the stories heightening the autumn atmosphere.

As the day wore on and the sun began to dip below the horizon, they packed up their picnic and headed back to the world outside the woods. The colors of autumn had deepened, and the air held a sense of quiet anticipation for the approaching winter.

Hand in hand, they left the woods, their hearts lighter than when they had arrived. The experience had been an unexpected and serene adventure, a glimpse of a different side of life for two individuals often embroiled in darkness.

As they returned to their chaotic world, they carried the memory of their autumn picnic with them, a reminder that even in the bleakest of circumstances, moments of peace and connection could be found.