pairing: mamura & suzume
a/n: for mazume week, day 4: music.
The sky today is spring-kissed and blue like a robin’s egg. It’s whimsical and hopeful. Infectious.
“Hey, Mamura,” she says, swinging their hands between them as they walk down the path. Their pinkies are hooked, a compromise formed through her star-searching eyes and his rouge-colored cheeks.
“Yeah?” he answers, voice blush coated.
“I’ve never asked you,” she begins, spring effervescence rushing through her veins. “What kind of music do you listen to?”