warmth || gonta gokuhara
"Nnnaa......" You let out a soft groan. The sun beat down mercilessly on the grass as you hid under the shade with a fan in hand.
Cicadas chirped loudly in the blazing warm weather, the summer heat making the scenery in the distance waver. You could make out the faint figure of Gonta in the forest, moving at incredible speeds as he swung his net around to catch insects.
You closed your eyes as you felt beads of sweat trail down your neck and form at the tip of your nose. It was so warm... and you regretted following Gonta to the forest to catch the rare bugs that appeared around this areas.
"(Name)...?" A voice woke you up with a start. When did you doze off? A butterfly fluttered away from the top of your sunhat and landed on Gonta's shoulder. The boy gently lifted his finger and sent the butterfly off.
"Gonta thought you were dead!" He worriedly spoke, and you were immediately picked up and crushed against his chest. Your breath was knocked out of you, leaving you choking for air. At