A S T A T I C [s.hitoshi & k.denki]

twenty nine

Hitoshi sipped his energy drink, eyes lazily boring into things with a halfhearted attention.

Shinjuku was quite an energetic district, though, the insomniac was only there for the cat cafes that seemed to decorate him with fur once he stepped back into the world.

His denim jacket was littered with said fur, though he didn't mind as the wind combed through his lavender locks like careful, motherly brushes.

It was a nice feeling.

Though he was knocked out of it almost instantly when someone rocked into his shoulder and affectively pausing them both. Thankfully, Hitoshi's bright red drink didn't spill on anyone - though he was slightly annoyed.

"Hey, watch where you're going." His voice spoke, eyes looking down at blonde locks poking out of a hood.

Their sneakers paused, and Hitoshi was met with dazed, but apologetic eyes.

"I.. I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

Kaminari looked, bad.

His golden eyes were rimmed with a sadness that carved itself in soft eye bags, his lips were chapped and he looked pale.

The sweater he was wearing didn't held his frame, but behind the reading glasses; the blonde looked tired.

"Woah, you look sick."

That seemed to snatch the other out of his trance, eyes blinking at the taller with a bleary shine. They glittered with recognition and Kaminari attempted a smile, though it wasn't too forced.

"I've looked worse." They were short answers, the blonde's hands shaking before sliding back into the hoodie pockets.

Hitoshi could easily leave the blonde to be, ignore that vein that keeps pumping reason into his head. Take him on a walk, let him talk to you.

Hitoshi looked back up to the other's face, brain cutting out and eyes wide with surprise.

Kaminari was crying. And it didn't seem like his first cry session, lazily blinking away the tears and just letting them saltily slide down his now-flushes cheeks. Underneath the cover of the hoodie, Hitoshi would've never known.

"You wanna' go on a walk?"

Kaminari blinked up at the taller, eyes searching his face as if watching for a sign or hesitance. Satisfied, the blonde sniffled.

"I.. sure. Sure, let's go on a walk."