Small hands reach out to grab a red strawberry, her fingers grasping at the fruit. She twists and pulls, then smiles down at the strawberry that rests in her palm. Her [e/c] orbs flicker toward the tall boy next to her, his brown hair falling in front of his face as he harvests more of the fruit.
The two classmates had been together all afternoon, picking fruit from Yumenosaki’s greenhouse in silence. Midori—the tall boy—he’s usually quiet around people, so the smaller girl wasn’t surprised. She continues to watch him, noticing the small sweat beads roll from his hairline down his temple.
“Midori-kuuun~