Where The Wind Blows || SoraMafu

Eight

The sound of rustling leaves filled his ears. Squinting from the sun's glare, he continued on through the grass that was tickling his ankles. A light blue sky spread out vast and wide above him, and there were mists of thin clouds like patches in cloth. Another gust of wind blew, ripping the leaves off of trees.

He wasn't used to going outside.

Behind his house was somewhat of a forest, and in front of it, there was a tall, leafy tree. It stood just on the other side of his room's window. He stopped by it, its shade creating a canopy like that of an umbrella. Soraru blankly stared up at the branches. There was no noise but the sound of nature's calls and his own breathing.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The wind was cold against his skin. Suddenly, a vibration came from his pocket, and he took his phone out of pocket, annoyed. It was Mafu. He had sent him a message.

It read, "Soraru-san, are you still mad? Can I come over?"

Soraru read it over again. He didn't want to be rude and tell him a flat out 'no,' even though he should, so he gave a vague enough answer. "Do whatever you want."

He put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at the tree again. A second later he heard a voice, "Soraru-san!"

Turning abruptly, Soraru's eyes widened. "Mafumafu? How did you get here so quickly?"

"Um..." Mafu stopped in front of Soraru. "I was already at your house when I texted you."

Soraru sighed, "I should've guessed."

"Anyway, Soraru-san, aren't you hot?"

"What?"

"I mean, you're wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants."

"I get cold easily."

Mafu looked Soraru up and down, then smiled nervously. "Haha... That's true... You aren't sweating at all."

"Hn."

"So, what are doing outside?"

"I'm just spending some time out here."

Mafu nodded and turned towards what Soraru was looking at. "That tree? I saw it from your room when I was here that time...."

"Yeah, probably."

They both looked up at the tree. "U-Um... Soraru-san?" Mafu asked.

"What?"

"It was on my mind since I met you again, but you've stopped calling me 'Mafu.'"

"What about it?"

"U-Um... I... Soraru-san..."

Soraru turned to look at Mafu.

"Soraru-san..." Mafu leaned in and pressed his lips against Soraru's. Instead of fighting it, Soraru wrapped his arms around Mafu's waist, and Mafu wrapped his around Soraru's neck. The kiss was deep and long, and Soraru felt a warm sensation spreading through his chest. Mafu's lips felt so soft and delectable that Soraru could be addicted to them forever.

It turned hot and passionate, and when Soraru pulled away, Mafu latched onto him again.

How he wished that this moment could stay frozen forever.