Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.
"I'll see you next year at Touou."
The words, meant to be full of encouragement and reassurance, sound more like an omen. Imayoshi's smile isn't knife-sharp and vicious anymore, it's soft, almost pitiful- or is it pitying? Makoto can't tell.
It's springtime, the end of an old year and the beginning of a new one. The cherry blossoms are in bloom, and their fallen flowers drape the entire ground of the school campus in a pink carpet. Makoto can see the imprints of Imayoshi's shoes as the older boy turns around and heads to the graduation ceremony where he will receive his middle school diploma, and leave for bigger and better things. Makoto will most likely follow him next year.
The younger boy clasps his hands into fists and curls them tightly. He draws a breath, and then exhales. He takes note of this moment, and burns it- burns it- into his memory, holding on to a bitterness and anger that will last for many, many years to come.
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
As it turns out, Makoto is excessively nice when inebriated. Shouichi's seen him when completely smashed, and the 'bad boy' is an utter shitshow, laughing at the most mundane statements, smiling as if his face is going to fall off, and clinging onto unprepared standbyers. That's both humiliating and hilarious to watch.
However, the younger boy is only tipsy, it looks as if there's been a miraculous shift in his attitude. Makoto's smile is sweet and innocent, reminiscent of baby puppies and kittens. (and Shouichi must be more drunk than he previously thought because has he honestly just compared Hanamiya Makoto to a puppy?) If not for the fact that he knows perfectly clearly that Makoto had been an absolute terror in middle school, Shouichi would almost say that he becomes like a blushing middle-schooler.
"Senpai, thanks for coming out drinking with me tonight. It was fun," Makoto laughs- holy shit, it's an actual laugh, not a sneer or a cackle- and Shoichi nearly reels, because this is the first time that this boy has called him by that title, despite their many years of history.
Shouichi fights to keep his smile in place as he accompanies the younger boy to his apartment because he doesn't trust Makoto not to trip and bash his brains out in the stairwell. Not that Makoto's drank that much, but with the way that he's acting, anything seems possible. "No problem, Hana-chan." Its unnerving to not have to expect a punch, kick, or even insult aimed in his direction when in this boy's presence. Absolutely unnatural.
When he finally shuffles Makoto into his house, the younger boy drops onto the couch, and looks up at Shouichi with wide eyes, and slightly flushed cheeks. "Remember how we shared a locker room in middle school?" He murmurs, and Shouichi nods with trepidation, unsure where this is going.
Makoto settles into a comfortable position on the couch, and closes his eyes peacefully.
"I bet you look better naked now than you did back then. You're very handsome, senpai."
Shouichi leaves feeling terrified, confused, and exceedingly violated.
