how big, how blue, how beautiful

“What’s your name?” Satoru asks, kicking his feet off the ground to get the swing moving. The other boy’s legs dangle off of his own swing, not quite long enough to reach the ground yet. He stretches, and once his foot touches the ground, he kicks off just the same. The movement is small, but it’s enough to work with, legs swaying back and forth to gain momentum.“Suguru, yours?” Suguru answers, hair billowing behind him with the forced breeze. Satoru smiles,“Mine’s Satoru, do you wanna be friends?” He asks impulsively, and he isn’t sure he’s asked it in a while. Suguru doesn’t look over at him, just focuses on getting even higher.“We are friends.” He says simply. Satoru’s head snaps towards him, but he’s still not looking back.“Okay.” He smiles to himself, satisfied with the answer.ORSnapshots of Satoru and Suguru's life together over the years.