"a bad day, i see"

kita looks at mascara streaks under your eyes, at red from tears eyes, and your hands when they weakly clutching festive cap. no one came to your birthday. no one except Shinsuke, with whom you never were close.

he folds his hands into pockets, leaning against the wall. it's hard to say what he feels. doesn’t rush to console you, but doesn’t wince in disgust either. empty. just like you.