Spring
"favorite season?"
Akira smiles brightly when Takanori beckons him to lay beside him, wrapping an arm around his torso and pulling the singer close.
“What's got you so happy?” chuckles Takanori, turning his gaze away from the television set and peering over his shoulder at the still-smiling blond. “Can't be me.”
“It's spring.” Akira's answer is quiet, excited, his eyes shining brilliantly.
“Favorite season?”
He nods once, pressing a kiss to the other's temple.
“Then let's go to the park, yeah?”
Akira beams at this and squeezes Takanori momentarily, kissing him again. “I'll get our coats.”
“What's got you so happy?” chuckles Takanori, turning his gaze away from the television set and peering over his shoulder at the still-smiling blond. “Can't be me.”
“It's spring.” Akira's answer is quiet, excited, his eyes shining brilliantly.
“Favorite season?”
He nods once, pressing a kiss to the other's temple.
“Then let's go to the park, yeah?”
Akira beams at this and squeezes Takanori momentarily, kissing him again. “I'll get our coats.”