Chapter Six: You're Just My Type
"So, what kind of festival is this?" Kaminari asks as he and Shinsou make their way through the town, following the directions on the purple boy's phone. The sky has darkened, only the faintest hint of daylight left in the wide-open sky above them. Soft chirping of crickets and other bugs around them.
"A music festival, with some food and game stalls. It's supposed to be pretty popular, so it'll probably be a bit crowded," Shinsou answers, trying real hard not to get distracted by the blonde's appearance. The lavender boy is used to the casual street fashion of the shorter boy next to him, but today he really dressed up. Worn-out pale blue jeans, a yellow v-neck the same color as his hair, an oversized half zipped up black and magenta hoodie, and a thin silver chain with a little lightning bolt charm around his neck, close enough to his throat to be a choker.
Shinsou feels a little dressed down in his black jeans, white t-shirt and pale purple denim vest, but he tries not to think about it too hard. Kaminari perks his head up, face beaming as usual. "A music festival? Awesome!"
He knew the blonde would like it. The lilac-ette might not have any previous experience in dating or trying to woo someone, but he is no fool. He's got tricks up his sleeves. He planned this trip and saved up money doing odd jobs with full intention of using it to flirt with the boy next to him. He heard a group of students talking about this music festival and he knew it would be perfect.
They reach the entrance of the festival, music already playing somewhere further off, and the blonde looks completely in his element. It's not a traditional Japanese festival with the paper lanterns and shrines, far from it. It looks more like a theme park with flashing neon lights and everyone carrying glow sticks, just without the rides. It feels like a whole other world to Shinsou, not at all used to being around so many people or in such a loud place but seeing the excitement on Kaminari's face makes it all worth it. Golden eyes lighting up with pure joy and his body ready to start bouncing all over the place.
The lilac-ette reaches for the blonde's hand and shyly grabs it. The electric boy turns his attention to him, surprise clear on his face. "It's crowded..." Shinsou says, trailing off a bit. "Best not to stay together, yeah?"
The pink blush on the shorter boy's face certainly doesn't go unnoticed by the lavender boy as Kaminari averts his gaze to the ground and nods. He glances up and sees a guy selling cotton candy. The blonde licks his lips and points to it while looking back to Shinsou. The taller boy gives a warm smile and guides the both of them over to the stall.
Amethyst eyes watch the yellow blonde happily eating the bright pink cotton candy, his tongue sticking out cutely to lick the melting sugar off his lips. 'I think I might die from how cute this boy is.' And it would be a peaceful death that he would gladly accept. 'Death by being gay for a cute blondie, that's what they'll put on my grave.'
A woman walks by, arms full of glow stick necklaces, which was just a thick black string with a small glowing green wand attached. "Hey there! First time?" She greets them.
Kaminari, being the more social one of the two, is the first to reply. "Yeah!"
She takes two of the many glowstick necklaces she's carrying and puts them over the heads of the two teen boys, letting them hang from their necks and rest in the middle of their torsos. "Welcome, newcomers! Hope you have fun! And try not to get lost in this crowd," with that, she waves at them and walks off to greet more people.
The electric blonde practically marvels at the little gift he's been given. This is by far the most excited Shinsou has ever seen him. The lilac-ette takes a happy breath, internally patting himself on the back for coming up with this perfect 'flirt-with-the-cute-blondie-and-take-him-somewhere-really-fun' plan.
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