#i literally have a test tmrw i should've studied for but i wrote this instead

[shinshoyu]

on my bullshit lol (excerpt from a small fic i'm writing abt this)

“Describe them to me.”

Kenshi’s hand grips the back of Johnny’s arm. He can feel the texture of his jacket, a comfortably warm jacket for the warm-but-not spring. He can smell spring in the air, too, and the pollen itches his nose, but he smells deeply all the same. It smells like childhood.

“What?” He can feel Johnny turn towards him and hears his voice get louder. They keep walking through the park, and Kenshi can hear his shoes squishing cherry blossom petals.

“Describe them to me, the cherry blossoms,” Kenshi clarifies, adjusting his grip to feel the fleece smooth under his touch. Johnny lets out an ‘ah’, turning back to the path ahead. He leads Kenshi through the park, following the path many have walked. The dirt crunches below his feet, and he wonders if the path is mostly dirt or grass.

“They’re pink,” Johnny starts, and Kenshi scoffs. “What? They are!” Johnny laughs, continuing to idly lead them around. He takes a deep breath. “Give me a chance here, alright?”

Kenshi hums with a nod, a small smile on his lips. “Go on,” he encourages, and he hears Johnny take another deep breath.

“They’re pink,” he starts again, “but not regular pink. They’re a light baby pink, think like retro-80’s-diner baby pink, and they all fade to a dark violet-pink, y’know?” Johnny continues to walk, and Kenshi tries to imagine the scenery around them. “Some of the petals are white, or the, uh, the trees, there’s white ones,” he adds, “we’re kind of in a forest of them right now. The path winds through all the trees, and the trees are so thick you can’t even see the city in here.”

Johnny’s voice carries softly, joining the symphony of wind blowing between the petals. Kenshi can feel some petals brush against his pant leg as they twirl. He remembers when he was a kid, the way him and his sister would run though any cherry blossom field they could.

“There’s lush green grass stretching as far as the eye can see, or, well, at least as far as I can see into the forest,” Johnny continues to talk, and Kenshi doesn’t mind any second. “It’s brighter than the grass in America— it looks like someone zested some really large limes and spread them across the ground.”

Kenshi laughs. “What?” He asks, his laugh shaking his shoulders. He can feel his chest expand with every breath.

“I’m serious, that’s what it looks like! It looks like someone zested really large limes, that’s how bright the grass is!” Johnny laughs, defending his description. “What, can you not imagine that?”

Kenshi continues to laugh. He hums playfully, his laughter interrupting his hum. “I guess I can,” he answers, a grin on his face, “go on.”

“Okay, okay,” Johnny chuckles. “So. Lime grass. Um, the- the sky’s a bright blue, um… sky… blue. It’s like.. water on a hot day, and the clouds kinda look like seafoam. They’re piece-y and whispy, and they’re very bright white. But they’re also kinda reflecting the blue in the sky,” he sighs. “But the blossoms, um, they’re all shedding.”

“Shedding?” Kenshi asks.

“Yeah, there at tons of petals falling,” Johnny elaborates, and Kenshi hums. He moves his hand from Johnny’s arm to his shoulder, and he can feel the rise and fall of Johnny’s shoulders with every breath. “They’re kinda covering the path, it’s lucky I’ve been able to follow it for this long,” he jokes, and Kenshi can feel him look towards him, can feel Johnny’s stubble scratch his fingers.

“Really? I could follow this path and I’m blind,” Kenshi teases, and Johnny laughs.

“Maybe you should be leading us then,” he grins, and Kenshi can feel the smile forms. He wonders if Johnny would let him feel his face, to map it, even though he knows what Johnny looks like. Without the aid of Sento right now, though, he wonders if Johnny would let him.

He wonders if Johnny would let him anyway.

“Do you want to go to a cafe?” He asks instead, and he can feel Johnny hum.

“Yeah, why not?”

constantly thinking about kenshi and johnny visiting japan in the spring when all the cherry blossoms are blooming and kenshi asks johnny to describe them because he hasn't seen them in a while and and and and