It's a heatstroke summer kind of day, dry heat that comes with dry winds.
Natsuki, in a fit of masochism, sits outside, stares out at the street with a popsicle in his hand, melting.
He leaves for Enoshima in a few weeks. They seem too far away now, but he knows he'll end up procrastinating, packing at the last minute, and then panic at the terminal. Same as before, when he had left.
Well, not quite the same as before, he thinks, mocks himself. There's a big difference, now.
With that thought he opens the gates, lets Yuki fill his mind like rushing water until he almost can't breathe - almost, but he's not drowning. He'd rather use a term like immersed, slowly sinking into memories and feelings, floating among the waves.
He breathes, lets the dry, hot air in and out, takes a turn of time to empty his head entirely, lest he really end up drowning. He lets the floodgates empty, but closes them again, knowing that eventually they'll need to be opened once more, because the feelings and memories float back, never leave entirely, and that is, he realizes, how he wants it.
Feelings for Yuki, he turns it over and over again, the small circle that both fills him with something(love, is the whisper, but that's too embarrassing still, no matter his realization), and yet also drains him, leaves cold despair in him on the days where he thinks about the future and Yuki being with someone else, somewhere else, maybe not even in contact. He knows that he doesn't have a chance, but hope is a powerful thing, especially when it's something like this.
There's a gust, a certain unsteady but strong wind.
[[I guess 5 chapters are coming all at once? hoo.]]