Trifiesta 2024 Day 1: Summer/Winter
In the Kirishima-Yokozawa household, everyone loved Summer.
For Hiyori, it was the sun warming her skin, the many kinds of fruits that she and her onii-chan would bake into pies and cakes, the long bike rides with Yuki-chan, the beach trips, all the flowers and butterflies, the festivals, and the pretty clothes she could finally wear outside and that her dad complimented her on.
For Zen, it was the picnics in the park, the ice creams, the sunset he admired when he went home late, Takafumi wearing t-shirts and shorts around the apartment, the sheets warmed up by the sunlight of the day, and of course, Hiyori’s birthday.
For Takafumi, it was the fresh air of the evening, the shooting stars, the sunbathing sessions with Hiyori on the balcony, the laundry drying up within a few hours, the delicious smell from the street vendors’ carts, and Zen’s sleeping figure under the morning light.
For Sorata, it was sleeping sprawled on the floor in a beam of sunlight.
In the Kirishima-Yokozawa household, everyone loved Winter.
For Hiyori, it was the snow and the snowmen to build with it, the hot chocolate her onii-chan prepared for her everyday after school, the sledge races with her dad, the condensation on the windows, the Christmas shopping, and above all, Christmas itself, with all the food and presents to share with the people she loved the most.
For Zen, it was the footsteps he left in the snow, the ugly Christmas sweaters he wore just to embarrass his boyfriend, the good excuse the cold gave him to cling to said-boyfriend at night, his mother’s hot pot recipe, the snowballs battles with Hiyori, and the New Year’s party at Marukawa, during which he could contemplate Takafumi in formal attire, and get contemplated in return.
For Takafumi, it was the hot coffee in the morning, the beautiful snowfalls, the colorful lights in the streets, the movie nights when Hiyo, Zen and himself -and Sorata- cuddled up under a warm blanket on the couch, the calm and quiet once the sun was down, the fond smile Zen had as he watched Hiyori open her presents, and the joy of spending the holidays with his family.
For Sorata, it was sleeping sprawled on Hiyori’s bed every night.
In the Kirishima-Yokozawa household, each season had its own perks, its own reasons to shine. But the most important one was the one they all had in common.
It was that Hiyori, Zen, Takafumi -and Sorata- got to spend them together.
