It was a beautiful summer day. The birds sang as the butterflies flew, and Toya and Akito were sitting on a red blanket, with plates of food scattered around

Toya takes a small strawberry and plops it in Akito’s mouth, once he pulled the leaves of the fruit away, he noticed Akito’s red face.

“Something the matter, Akito?” Toya asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he kept staring at the ginger’s red face which was looking away from his