- Like he sometimes really anxious that he is an awful season because he destroys all summer work and people hate him for ruining nature and bringing melancholy and rains and all of that. “I am useless” - he says, - “I shouldn’t exist”. Others just sighing and “No, Yuuri you are not useless, you bring people harvest, for fuck's sake, and no, you are beautiful, you bring so much colours to nature!”

- Phichit is Summer and they love to spend time with each other during August and September, their dance together light and joyful, careless, full of nice warm weather and bright colours. They run through the orange fields by days, laughing, and watch falling stars at nights, talking quietly while lying on a sand beach near the ocean.

- Then its busy days for Yuuri. Harvest, leaves, that are falling from trees with all of them now bright like butterflies, nature is changing constantly to prepare for winter and even spring. It rains sometimes and its cozy to listen to rain with hot tea and warm plaid or even blanket and dream and wait for the next changes. And for him, of ‘course. - Victor always comes from behind, his steps stealthy, weightless. He stops and breathes into Yuuri’s nape, whispering something in his language, causing  shivers down Yuuri’s spine. It starts with light gentle touches and then it’s a full hug which means it’s chilly already in the mornings. Yuuri turns around and hugs Victor back, looks at him, in his beautiful blue eyes with tender and says that he was waiting for him and it’s been too long, really. It’s a lingering kiss afterwards, also still too light, too tender. Colourful leaves on the ground are frosting and became fragile. - Victor always cry a little bit about how he will destroy all the beauty of Autumn work with his tough, it’s a tear or two that cause first ice on lakes and ponds appear. 

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