How it should be

Angel (Daichi's Pov)

  Daichi had no recollection of what exactly had just happened other than the simple fact, I met just an angel. He was shocked yet he felt a calm voice cooling him, he was angry at himself and yet surprisingly pleased. There was something about the angel boy that had that sort of effect on him.
The image of him was there as if tattooed on the back of his eyelids, the boys ashen hair tugged on by slim, pale fingers. He was slim yet at the same time he had a slightly muscled build. He wore shirts obviously too big for him and yet they still clung to his slim figure. The boy's face was almost too pretty.
Closing his eyes Daichi sees flashes of scared round eyes looking up at him, Daichi wished he could count the colours in them, but from now he'd know them to be brown light enough to be mistaken for a soft grey, he bet that they'd even glint specks of green in the sun. A mole sat high on the angel's cheek, right below his left eye, in perfect contrast to his pale complexion.
Every aspect of him was whimsical and airy, like a single swooping brushstroke. Soft and delicate, yet strong and sharp. He had a pixie like air to him. Daichi could stare at the boy for hours. The boys hands were soft and thin compared to Daichi's, he could still feel the warmth that radiated from them and how he was delicate touching Daichi's hand, leaving pinpricks of electricity still looming over the areas where his hand had come into contact with the angels.
He wished he had gotten the boys number, or at least asked him to hang out or something. Daichi couldn't help but feel pangs of regret in his chest thinking that he may never bump into the boy again.
That night he prays to every god and higher power that he'd come across the angel boy again, wishing to next time drown himself in the way that his whole body seemed to smile when his mouth did or how the pink blush dusting across his cheekbones was the perfect contrast to his porcelain skin tone.
At this point, Daichi knew only one person to call, he quickly fished his phone out of his pocket, dialing the number. As the phone rang he fell back onto his bed, smiling into the phone.
"Hello?" the familiar voice said, tiredly.
"Asahi? It's Daichi and man, do I have a story for you." He smiled.