Kayashima stared into the starry night sky.
It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Shifting his body so he was laying on his back, he gazed upwards through slowly closing eyes. As his vision decreased he became more aware of the bends in the grass that provided him with a soft padding of green. The noises of the school became more prominent as he focused on the different sounds.
The soft noise of a ball hitting pavement as lone students practiced whatever sport they were in. The snoring of Yuujiro, even the soft sound of a runner going by on the track reached his ears. The thing that stood out the most though was the airy breathing of his room-mate sleeping next to him. Dozing amid the green grass he often would crush during his wild games of soccer. Thinking back to those moments where the light haired teen radiated happiness the psychic changed his mind. The stars were perhaps the second most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
