Deciduous Winter

Akira was autumn.Sometimes Yusuke would find him falling asleep under the shade of its tree, falling deciduous leaves narrowly missing his tranquil figure. The sun is kind and the chill of the wind lightly brushes the hair spread out on his peaceful face. He looks so calm when he’s in a deep slumber, but when he’s awake, the fiery ocher in the leaves reflected him well. Unassumingly determined, perhaps mischievous as well. He’s the bridge between summer and winter for a reason.In other words, Yusuke thought he was beautiful.