~ [BL Story] ~

It was about eight in the morning and you decide to go out for a little walk. It's cooler outside now than it was during the day, but the air was strangely fresh and warm. There was a playground near your house. As expected, there were almost no people, but...

A white-haired guy was sitting on the swing and slowly swayed, touching the asphalt with his feet. The swing creaked characteristically. This guy was pretty quiet and was looking at the ground somewhere, not noticing you at all. Because of your curiosity, you decide to go up and talk to him.