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It’s his laughter that draws Hitoshi’s attention, that champagne bubble giggle that filled him with some strange effervescence and made it hard to breathe. Denki’s running through the grass, it’s high, the green stalks brush his bare and denim thighs and he’s smiling so big.
“Toshi!” he laughs, “Look!” And he runs some more. There’s a kite, an ugly, awful thing made from Mina’s jacket and Sero’s tape stretched over Kirishima’s “hiking stick”; but it flies.
The four friends laugh and dance in the field, chasing Denki and taking turns and Katsuki huffs a laugh from his seat on the hood of the car. “I can’t believe they got it to work.”
HItoshi hums in agreement, squinting against the setting sun, searching for Denki in the field of frolicking silhouettes.
“Toshi,” comes a giggle from behind him and he turns and… He isn’t shocked by the daisy chain wrapped around his neck, or the boy’s smirking smile; it’s his beauty.
It’s the way he seems to outglow the sun in the motes of straw of dust caught in the fading beams and wow… Hitoshi’s heart aches at the sight, his hands move of their own and he has to touch that face, run his thumb over the freckled ridge of Denki’s cheek. He has to taste those berry sweet lips and… Maybe admit that he’s in love.