Sawamura Daichi has never been one for romance, sweet nothings, useless ornaments declaring affection. But when he looks back, through his memories, he can't help but feel like the red string of fate had wrapped around them from the very beginning.
The beginning was silver hair, cut short and tidy, brown eyes. A warm smile. A conversation during high school sports tryouts had led to another when they both made it onto the volleyball team. And after practice or a match, they'd walk home together, talking about everything and nothing all at once. On one of those days, he realizes that the silver hair and brown eyes mean more than just a familiar face in a new school.
He's not sure what is is—infatuation? Platonic love? The internet says he has a combination of the two, but if self-diagnosis wasn't the answer for physical illnesses, he's doubtful that it's accurate.
Either way, he knows he doesn't have the courage to confess to his crush—but around said crush, such limitations seem to dissipate with ease.
He's not sure why he blurts it out when he does. Maybe it was the night air, the stars dancing above them.
He takes a deep breath. "You know, I think I'm—I mean," he feels himself fumbling the words, nervousness getting the better hold of him, the calmness. "For awhile—so I've been—I mean—"
He's silenced with the smile, the one that melts his hopeless heart. "I know," the other boy whispers. "I love you, too."
end.