mitsuba stretched, sitting down on the wooden framed bench beside you. rain dropped, though it wasn’t heavy. the atmosphere was for once peaceful. your eyes were shut;face turned skywards.

click.

“what was that?”you ask mitsuba.

“..nothing, I just took a picture of the rain!!”mitsuba would hiss defensively. his pink gaze steadied upon a portrait photo of your unsuspecting self, and he would hide the frame from your vision.