Remembering
Kisa knew that Yukina was originally from Sapporo, but he didn't really know much else about that subject. He figured he must have moved to Tokyo for college, though, and he managed to casually bring it up in a conversation they had over dinner one night.
"Ah, yes, I did," Yukina said with a smile, holding his bowl of rice close to his mouth like he thought losing one or two grains of rice would be a tragedy. "I came out here on my own. All of my family is still in Hokkaido."
"…don't you miss them sometimes?" Kisa asked, staring off to the side and disregarding his own meal.
Yukina tilted his head, putting down both his bowl and his chopsticks. "I suppose. But I have you, Kisa-san. And the random kindness of strangers." He laughed a little.
"What?"
"Oh! I don't think I told you…" Yukina leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands. "When I first moved out here, I got lost when I was going home from my classes… I met a kid who helped me find my way around. I wanted to ask him for his number or something, so I could thank him properly later, but he just ran off…"
Kisa could feel the ellipses running through his brain at that, and when a vague memory of helping out a very pretty man and then losing his nerve before he could ask for his number came into his mind, he just ducked his head and went back to eating.
"Kisa-san?" Yukina asked, blinking in confusion.
"Nothing."
