Day 3: Gaming/Watching a movie

There weren't any real theaters in the West District- the only forms of entertainment around the ruined city were the nightly plays- with Nezumi being the only actual good actor- reading books upon books, or playing around with the 'neighborhood' kids. Washing Inukashi's dog wouldn't be something that counted as enjoyable, if it were anyone else other than Shion. Spending time with the dogs- a few of the living beings in the West District still able to trust a stranger with snow white hair- was one of his favorite pastimes. Whenever he mentioned it, Nezumi would scoff, mumbling under his breath about dirty dogs, making Shion smile in amusement.

However, after the wall between No.6 and the West District fell- and after Nezumi left Shion without much of an explanation except wanting to see the world and explore, before returning 2 years later seemingly out of nowhere- there was much more to do.

The grey eyed boy wasn't much into digital gaming, that much Shion knew. Nezumi liked sticking with things he already knew how to do. Sometimes, the white haired boy would try taunting him into playing with him, but Nezumi always caught onto what he was doing and turned him down, marching off to read a book instead. In that way, he was a very old fashioned individual. Though Shion avoided saying that out loud as much as he could- the one time he did, Nezumi had gotten mad at him and refused to talk to him for a good few hours. Not enough to have an actual effect on anyone- except Shion.

Though, thanks to some miracle, Nezumi wasn't above visiting the new cinema once in a while with him- if only to make fun of the actors and called them out on every mistake they committed. That had gotten them thrown out the theater in many occasions, though Shion always managed to convince the manager into letting them in again.

Today was one of those miracle-induced days. After a little pleading, and a good amount of staring, the taller boy had given in. After spending an embarrassingly amount of time picking out his outfit- and admitting he was a little bit too excited- Shion went in search of his companion for the day, finding him lounging lazily on the living room's couch.

Shion nervously switched his weight from foot to foot, feeling the heat travel up to his cheeks as Nezumi's gaze turned to him and just stared and said nothing, eyebrows going up in what seemed to him to be a mocking expression.

"...going out somewhere?" Nezumi asked after a moment of tense silence, head lolled back against the top of the couch, looking at the other boy upside down.

Mouth opening in a gape, Shion spluttered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

"W-what do you mean going out? Don't tell me you forgot-" he started, snowy white eyebrows drawn down into a deepening frown before being cut off by a dismissing hand, Nezumi standing up from the couch and walking closer.

"It was just a joke, Shion," the taller boy smirked, giving him a once over before reaching up with his hand and slowly running the back of his fingers across a red tinged cheek, making red eyes widen in surprise.

"You look good," he continued, dropping his hand and placing it inside his jacket's pocket before turning around and walking off towards the door, throwing a 'are you coming or what?' look over his shoulder before disappearing outside.

Shion stood stock still, jaw slacked open before blowing out a frustrated- but amused- breath out, mouth quirked up in an endearing smile and following the retreating figure out the door.

The movie went better than expected. After much apologizing to the main manager of the theater, they finally were allowed to enter with a promise that their previous ruckus wouldn't happen again. Nezumi, surprisingly, didn't make many comments throughout the movie, this time actually choosing to watch instead of chatter off- rather loudly- about how bad the plot was, and how the actors couldn't act to save their lives.

If anyone asked the white haired boy what his favorite part of the movie was, he'd have to embarrassingly admit that he didn't pay it much attention. As soon as Nezumi's arm had made its way around his shoulder at the start of the movie, and he had leaned his head against the taller boy's shoulder, there was nothing in Shion's mind but Nezumi's presence, his quiet breathing- his subtle yet intoxicating scent.

During the middle of the movie, his brain had completely short circuited as Nezumi angled his head down and left a lingering, warm kiss against his forehead, eyes never leaving the screen.

Even though Shion never actually saw a single part of the movie, he could definitely say it was his favorite ever.


This one actually turned way longer than the other ones xD I hope you guys like it either way :D Thank you so much to everyone for all the follows/favorites- it really warms my heart to see so many people from around the world actually reading my stories *squee* Critique is always welcomed as well :D