Habits

“Yoichi.” The black-haired boy raised his head towards the boy, who was now standing right in front of him. Shiny blue eyes met with a bit more dull brown ones. The silence that settled down for a few seconds came across as awkward, but it never felt that way between them. “Seishiro.” He greeted him. A small smile draws itself upon his dry lips. “Sorry, did I bother you too much?” Nagi shook his head in silence, reaching out a hand that was quickly held by Isagi and used to help the shorter boy stand up to his feet. Both of them were equally soaked as rain continued pouring over the city. -And they were roommates. (Chaos and internal breakdowns ensures).