“Do you think I’m weird?”

Shinsou turned to you, both of you sat on a grassy hill whilst you watched the sun set and people watched. You’d been friends for years, he knew he had you.

“Definitely,” you’d respond sarcastically like you always did. “No, seriously.. am I weird?” His tone of voice changed, the sound of genuine question leaving his throat as he looked at you, awaiting your answer.