Saruhiko Fushimi sat on the steps, watching the lazily falling rain, as it hit the ground and landed on the leaves. His eyes roamed over the place. Hand supported his own cheek, a tired sigh escaped his pursed lips. Boring. Nothing could ever keep him entertained, except for, maybe, one person... A barely visible, involuntary smile made the corners of his lips rise at the thought.

Memories flooded his mind, making him reflect on the past month; the way that idiot rushed to him despite knowing all the dangers, the way he told him all the things which made his own mind clearer... These fragments made his smile widen just a little, and his eyes soften without him noticing.

"...Hundred points for him."

Fushimi muttered under his breath.