Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28208764-20151203042119/@comment-27275933-20151205045419

After a while, he had finished his work, placing it in his bag once more and leaning back, looking up at the sky through the branches of the sakura trees. The Febuary breeze blew through his hair, stirring the petals and drifting them in a dance down, or to be carried away to some place far, far away. Senpai wished he, too, were far away, in a small house with a nice wife. Maybe someday that might be true, regrettably, no one seemed to be interested, and if they were, they weren't showing it.