The B u t t e r f l y

Good morning Rei! How are you doing?

"Train station? There is no train station around here," she declared. He was either utterly lost or he was a psychopath. If he was the latter of the two she might like to spend a little more time with him, otherwise, she supposed she could help him. She didn’t particularly want to though.

More beautiful—right. Even with the blue haired fellow not being related to any sort of aquatic creature, he still was a graceful as one. Though with his preferred stroke, due to his lack in swimming skills, Nagisa still thought that a butterfly had it’s own beauty itself. Probably also the reason why he would get so startled quickly. Being compared to a small frail insect wasn’t much of a surprise.

"W-Well..." The blue haired boy began, in a flustered mess. Although he was no stranger to Nagisa's teasing, there were certain points when he was unable to distinguish the jokes from the genuine. At this point he had safety assumed the latter, and his face became a light shade of pink as a result. 

Ever since day one, Rei still had been stubborn as ever when it came to the childish nickname he gave him. It were flushed, stingy comments like that that would both bring the blonde’s mood down—though he usually found away around them.

Rei sighed to himself, feeling slight guilt when the boy whined at him, and slight embarrassment that he'd been so startled a moment ago. More than anything, he felt troubled over what a large debacle something as small as a greeting was becoming.