Petals drifted lazily like snowflakes on the breeze. The sun shone brightly through the clouds, bathing Morioh in rich golden light, and the cherry trees were in full bloom. The walk to the park was altogether pleasant. He delicately picked a piece of lint from Jotaro’s chest and then slung his sketchpad over his shoulder. He was still wearing the hat, Rohan noted with some exasperation, but he’d long given up on trying to get Jotaro to leave the house without it. The fabric was soft, its base color a dusky grey, and it was patterned with muted purple stars. Rohan had been surprised to find that he even owned a yukata, and he was even more surprised by how nicely it flattered him. Rohan looked him up and down and then nodded approvingly. Jotaro was waiting by the door, having been ready to go for quite some time.
He smoothed the white and gold woven fabric, making sure the fit was perfect, and then descended the stairs. He’d jumped at the opportunity to draw something for pleasure instead of work. He’d spent most of the last three weeks hunched over his desk, struggling to balance the quality of work he prided himself on with being able to finish ahead of his deadlines unassisted. As much as he hated to admit it, he was glad of the excuse to get out of the house. Rohan breathed the fresh air deeply as he tied his yukata and put in his earrings. He could have cared less if a flock of birds flew through the rest of the house and made a mess of things while they were gone, but if so much as a single leaf drifted into his workspace he wouldn’t have been able to bear it. The only rooms he’d left closed were his studio and Jotaro’s office.
It was nice to have a fresh, balmy breeze blowing through their shared space, carrying with it the faint green tinge of growing plants and the scent of damp earth. The two of them spent so much of their time in the dark. It was one of the first warm days of spring, and Rohan had opened most of the windows in the house to air it out.
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