Sometimes, Izumi thinks he can see the stars without even looking up.
The stars in Mizutani’s eyes, at least, are something he can come close to.
Except that is /clearly/ not the case today. Not when Hamada’s yelling, Mizutani’s complaining, and Izumi is simply tuning them out with all(more) the power in his body. “It’s too /dark/! I can’t /see/!”
“Shut up, Mizutani! Just get over it already!”
“Izumi, tell him to knock it off.”
“You do it, Mizutani.”
“Yeah! He’s not your babysitter, right?”
“No, but he’s my boy-“
Izumi’s glare shuts him up in a second.
“Huh? Whatever. What’re you even doing with us, Mizutani?"
"Izumi invited me."
"Hm." Hamada grabs the top of the fence, struggling to pull himself up and over. Izumi goes easily, and while Mizutani practically fights with the fence to climb over, Hamada yanks Izumi closer and leans down to his ear. "Why'd you bring him along? He obviously doesn't want to be here." Hamada's probably right; Mizutani looks irritated and sleepy, having been woken up from his sleep by Izumi's relentless calling. But he didn't want to go alone, and besides, they /were/ dating. Wasn't it romantic, sort of, to sneak out with your boyfriend? Izumi couldn't tell anymore.
"What?" Still annoyed.
"/What?/" Even though Izumi's at the low end of the 'boyfriend' scale, Mizutani still cares enough to demand an answer.
"I brought you here for a reason, you know."
"And that is?"
Huffing angrily, Mizutani tilts his head up just barely. And then more, until he can see the whole sky. He is awed, staring up at the shining stars, and when he looks back over at his freckled friend, Izumi can see them in his eyes.(less)
David looked up and saw the shining stars beckon him. Life had lost its luster. Skies were grey and people were faceless.
The stars though, they always maintained their luster. Whether it was purely the mathematical reasoning behind the speed of light, or David's own perception, it wa(more)s not entirely clear.
The stars implied something to him he could not place. Wants, needs, dreams. Something about them struck viscerally, for whatever reason.
He wondered what the astronauts felt when they first stepped on the moon. When Armstrong said his famous phrase, did he really mean that, or was he really just thinking: "what a waste"?
"We are driven to pursue the stars but not to find them" he thought.
Countless times in his life he had seen people devote everything to the pursuit, and when the goal was achieved they shrugged and settled.
He didn't want that, he wanted the endless pursuit. Maybe that's why he looked at the stars, they were endless. Each destination yields another.
"What's up David?" Shaina probed
"Nothing, nothing" David said with a cough.
"Well you know how I find that glazed look in your eye concerning, anything on your mind?"
"No, just, uh, thinking, you know the drill"
David thanked the stars for finding him someone that understood his brief moments of relapse into his mind. Someone that understood the process, the need to allow the mind to breath. She was his outlet.
He bid goodbye to the stars, the thoughts of their wonder had served their momentary purpose. His main objective was being continually amazed with his wife.
"Maybe it is all a matter of perception, but I think I'll stick around here a little bit longer" David quipped.