ㅡ gold lemonade 🍋
@crxclo ; ultraviolence prompt
a thick fog hangs over the great lake of hogwarts on this particular morning. as hiro inhales, his senses are filled with the familiar scent of the fresh dew, the water, and of the morning air. it is sometime past seven o’clock in the morning, but hiro doesn’t spend a single moment looking down at his watch. this was his time, and he refused to spend it worrying about how many minutes passed by ㅡ is time even real?
he shrugs his shoulders at the silly thought and sinks back onto the ground. the tips of the dewy grass tickle the back of his neck and the fog blinds him from peeking up at the sky. it was unfortunate, as this was where hiro usually went to watch the sky in the mornings when he wanted to think, but he didn’t plan on letting it ruin his time. his lids slide shut, and he simply takes in the moment as it is, peaceful. it doesn’t take long for his moment of relaxation to slip into a light slumber, especially not with the music playing right into his ears.
minutes pass into an hour and he only wakes when he hears the squeak of another persons shoes coming up towards where he lay. his now puffy eyes peek open just enough to experience the familiar burn of bright light on dilated pupils. it takes him a few moments of awkward silence and an intense fit of rubbing his eyes before he’s able to properly see the young man standing above him. hiro recognizes his face immediately, but the memory of a name is lost to him.
“oh, hello!” he begins with a smile, pulling the small earphone out of his ear, “i must’ve fallen asleep to my music, it’s a muggle artist, lana del rey, have you heard of her?”
