slips his hand into akira's, eyes still focused on his own phone's screen. if you look closely, there's even a hint of a smile on his face.
THE RAINY SEASON ARRIVES IN A DOWNPOUR , listless | & | unrelenting ; he can do without it , but even so , he finds himself relieved with the sudden change in weather , in the sense that it has lead him into this situation ——— him , the only one with an umbrella on hand ( sojiro would not allow him to leave the shelter of the cafe without one , despite boy wonder’s adamant refusal in how it made him look , ’ stupid . ’ ) | & | minato , someone very much in need of some form of escape from the harsh pitter patter of droplets ricocheting against concrete ground . his voice hardly carries against the resounding lilt enveloping shibuya’s perimeter , but it does nothing to keep him from blabbing on about this | & | that , about everything | & | nothing / something about morgana | & | in the same breath , an inquiry , a query for an opinion , an asking for some sort of solution . [ he’s never been the best at sticking to one topic ——— his mind runs a hundred miles a minute . ] it is to be expected , the lack of familiarity in how often his topic of conversation changes , in how volatile he is , both in speaking | & | in mind . ( he’s always been that way , from the very beginning , it is but a habit that he has never been corrected on . not once . )
❛ anyway . grades , like i was saying . mine are bad . absolute trash . ❜ | & | if it were anyone else he were to be stuck with he would be nothing short of peeved ——— this is not his idea of a , ’ fun time , ’ but even so he thinks he can make do , if only because it is minato that he has the privilege / he supposes he can call it that / to pester , if only because , for once , sojiro has done something good in forcing him to do as he wished ; not that he’d admit it , he’d much rather die than let his guardian know that this is working out well for him in the end . [ perhaps a situation like this had been the older man’s intention . who knows . ]
❛ i think my teachers are out to get me . i studied for , like , ten minutes and still got an eleven percent . i told you studying was bullshit . ❜ the hand that is free moves around in frantic motions as he speaks , this way | & | that , to | & | fro | & | back to the start to be done all over again . he likes to emphasize his words as he speaks ——— add some kind of flare | & | in turn release any pent up energy that might remain even after the prospect of mementos spelunking ——— likes to keep himself busy so he has something to do , something to focus on that is not his own babbling about god knows what . ( rain drops fall against newly wrapped bandages | & | for a second he pulls his hand back like he’s been burnt , nose scrunched up | & | crimson optics narrowed amidst his indignation ; the wounds are still fresh , | & | in turn , sensitive to a touch too rough , too indicative of mother nature’s ruthlessness . ) he’s quick to bounce back after his initial bout of quietude , does not skip a beat in the change of topic / someone bumps into his shoulder | & | for a moment the conversation at hand , albeit one-sided , is forgotten in an attempt to pick a fight , one that is only diffused by a much too anxious innocent bystander who does not want trouble right in front of his bookstore . ( ’ please , move along . ’ “ not until i kill this bastard ! ” ’ HUH ? ’ )
it takes him a moment to diffuse himself from the situation , demeanor angry , much akin to that of a cat throwing a hissy fit for being woken up so abruptly , but with the soft touch of a hand does he come down , forgets what he had been so uptight about in the very first place . he doesn’t notice , at least not at first , that the hand in his own belongs to the other , it has to register , / the realization comes as slow as the running of the browser internet explorer is / has to settle in his mind before he can properly react .
he thinks if he had turned his head any faster , he most certainly would’ve snapped his neck . [ what a boring end that would be to his much awaited conclusion . ]
there’s a bewildered quirk of a brow | & | he turns to take in his surroundings , to make sure that this isn’t some sort of fever dream , that he isn’t in the safety of leblanc , hallucinating | & | fucked up on all kinds of flu medicine . ( he thinks to pinch himself , but he does not wish to make himself look like a fool in front of the only object of affection he’s ever had , so he refrains , if only for now . ) the lacing of digits in turn is hesitant , like he’s still uncertain whether or not this is real or just a figment of his imagination , like he’s trying to place a limb right in the jaws of a lion’s waiting mouth , but it’s with the sight of the grin gracing the other’s countenance that he has enough confirmation in the way his heart stops dead in its tracks for a millisecond ; he thinks he could physically feel it hurting in his chest / hates how warm it makes him feel , to the very tips of his ears .
a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding is let out into the cold air in the form of a translucent cloud , glasses rising up bridge with the utmost bemused scrunching of nose .
[ cute . he’s so cute . it pisses him off . ]
he’s still not convinced that he isn’t currently daydreaming in the comfort of the attic but with the ginger squeeze of a palm | & | the energetic swinging of hands as he continues to blab on | & | on , he can’t help but think he could actually get used to this .
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