You're in a Car With a Beautiful Boy

“What’s your favorite poem?”Kaminari smiles at the question. Nobodys ever asked him questions after info dumping. They normally just give him an annoyed look and switch subjects. But Shinsou is looking at him with something caught between interest and adoration. He wants to know more.They’re sitting in Shinsou’s junker of a car in the parking lot of some diner. The sign lights are bleeding through the windows, leaving everything casted in red and blue. Some shitty indie band is humming softly through the speakers. They’re both drinking slushies. Shinsou went for blue raspberry while Kaminari preferred cherry. Kaminari can see the faint tint of blue dye on Shinsou’s lips.“I can’t pick just one.” Kaminari answers Shinsou’s question. “That’s like asking me to pick a favorite kid.”“Make an attempt.” Shinsou teases, with a lazy grin.