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

forty six

The date was interesting to Hitoshi, and Kendo seemed to show minor disappointment when he confessed that Mariah and him didn't match up, so he just went along with the flow of what it was like before.

Something has changed though; the insomniac was seeing more yellow wherever he went.

It wasn't a disorientating color, just a bright one that his eyes have gotten used to.

There's yellow poppies that now litter the flower beds around campus, his favorite coffee shop has added sunflowers in the flower vases, the sun shines quite a bit this winter, and there's a yellow-threaded friendship bracelet now wrapped around his wrist.

"What's your opinion on yellow?" He asks, and Kaminari perks his head up from his book.

"I think it's a nice color," The blonde was wearing a yellow-yarned pullover, "it's a spring and summer tone that goes with a lot of people."

It's like Kaminari doesn't realize that Hitoshi doesn't squint at him anymore, or that his converse has painted sunflowers on them. It's not something that Hitoshi has noticed before, but Kaminari was the embodiment of yellow— he looks like the sun sometimes.

Something that Hitoshi also hadn't noticed before was how clingy the blonde was before; now he's conscious of whatever he does, careful to tug the insomniac by his sleeve and not his arm.

"How.. did the date go?" It's been a week since, and Hitoshi realizes he never told him.

"Me and her didn't hitch, she was looking for something else." Relief seemed to flood Kaminari's eyes, "her girlfriend cheated and she was looking for a rebound?"

His gold eyes grew sympathetic and sad, "awh.. that's terrible."

"Yeah, she cried during on our date too." Hitoshi adds, sipping his coffee before putting the paintbrush down. "Never mind that, are you still considering therapy?"

Kaminari stops playing with the cap of the paint bottle and blinks at Hitoshi, confused. "I mean yeah.. but why?"

"My dad's friend does therapy for ill people and folks with problems," the insomniac meets the blonde's eyes, "you should at least talk to him."

Hitoshi reaches into his pocket and takes a card out of his wallet, Kaminari's hand and thumb feeling the shine of the business ID and eyes wary.

"I-I don't think it's necessary! I mean, what if he's busy?" The small words make out Nighteye Therapy.

"You don't have to do it," Hitoshi grins encouragingly, and reaches a hand out to ruffle Kaminari's hair instinctively. "But at least give it a try, I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

The blonde relaxes underneath Hitoshi's hand and seems surprised at the gesture, but nods softly.

"Sure."