Sakura Matsuri
Maybe this was the hardest moment ever for Sento. Maybe there has never been a time in his life were he had been THIS insecure. Because this thought is haunting him for days now. Thinking about the perfect moment, picking the right words, throwing every plan over and over again… this was a daily - no - hourly routine for him now and whenever he sees Banjou Sento got incredibly nervous.
Once more he just stared over to Banjou without really looking at him, lost deeply in his thoughts about what he could say and right now his train of thoughts ending by blaming himself for thinking about asking him out for a sakura matsuri in the first place. What was he even thinking? Who was he to taint Banjou’s precious memories of the love of his life at the cherry blossom viewing? Sento knew well enough that this was one of his most precious and treasured memories…. He had totally no right to intervene and…. well, a deep frown escaped his lips before he turned away. For Sento it made no difference at all. he never went to any sakura matsuri as far as he was able to remember so why was he so obsessed with asking the other one out?
And Sento HATED it deeply to not understand what was going on in his head.
He knew he had no right and that Banjou would turn him down eventually. And even IF the other would agree on this stupid idea Sento knew well enough that he would be haunted all day by the memories and the loss he had to suffer, not being able to enjoy even one single moment they could share….
So god damn.. where was the sense in asking him to go?
Another he sighed deeply once more before he stood up, intensified his gaze on Ryuga for a moment, went past him but hit his arm while passing. “Don’t ask. You deserved it for some reason.” he simply stated and disappeared downstairs.