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Mikage Hisoka | Summer Bliss

There's a gentle breeze that runs through your hair and tickles against the skin of your face. It carries the scent of flowers and grass, a scent that you've found yourself longing for the moment night would eventually fall upon you. Your face is bathed in the streams of light that pours in through the gaps of the tree's canopy you lie under. Along with the breeze, you could see the tree's foliage dance along with it, sometimes even witnessing one or two leaves being carried off far out of sight.

Your hand raises and you find yourself reaching out to catch a stray leaf fluttering down closer towards you.

The soft melodic ring of a nearby wind chime could be heard, your ears perked in response though you never stray your gaze away from the deep, verdant green of the leaf you twirled between your fingers. The glossy surface shines brilliantly in the light of day, causing the green to transition into a green-yellow hue. Another breeze passes and with some reluctance, you allow the leaf to lift away from your grasp and drift along with the wind. Your hand slowly lowers back down, fingers tangling into the blades of grass that conforms to your figure. Your eyes follow its movement for the short time it's in your field of view and the sudden puff of air you feel against the side of your neck reminds you of the presence that slumbers quietly next to you.

His warmth radiates from him in waves and it melds so well with the natural heat of summer that you can't even tell the difference. Your head tilts slightly to the side, eyes roving across the delicate features of his relaxed visage. Your lips curve into a gentle smile, one that you often reserved for him alone. He faces towards you in his sleep, his hands positioned close to his face. Silver-white hair splays across his face and flutters against his cheek with every puff of air he exhales. He looks far too peaceful in his sleep to earn your disturbance and so you don't bother attempting to wake him.

He sleeps like a cat, that is the lone thought that passes through your head, and along with the sway of the leaves; it drifts into nothing.

The buzzing of cicadas soon joins in along with the tinkling of chimes. You turn your head back up to stare at the underside of the tree's canopy after giving the male lying next to you another fleeting glance. The summer haze of dancing leaves, gently ringing wind chimes, soft breathing of someone sleeping, and the occasional cool wind that graced your warm skin; lulled you into its comforting hold.

There's a memory that plays in the shadow of the towering tree above you, one that distantly reminds you of something. It's hazy and you're unable to recall it perfectly, but it makes your chest feel heavy with an unknown feeling of longing. You cannot explain the reason why you feel saddened by the thought of forgetting nor can you explain the sudden tears that well at the rims of your eyes.

The lone hand you held at your chest falls to the grass next to you and almost immediately it's taken up by another. Your head turns back towards the still slumbering figure next to you and the sight of him now cradling your hand between his causes you exhale a huff of amusement. His fingers are warm as they intertwine between your own and you couldn't help but notice how perfectly they fit together. Soon enough, that unknown feeling washes away and you're left with nothing but bubbling elation.

With slowing breath and heavy lids, you allowed yourself to finally succumb to the lullaby of a summer afternoon.