Star-crossed || Mark/Hiro
It was a little chilly, but he didn’t mind so much— He could look past it if it meant spending another day with his favorite farmer.
Hiro felt bad about how busy he’d been recently. The paperwork just kept piling up, and he couldn’t research plants fast enough to produce the results Ayame wanted. His large eyes were a bit glazed from lack of sleep, and he was sure he saw slight bags under his eyes in the mirror that morning… No matter, though. Seeing Mark would make him forget about any stress that existed. (Not to mention it was exciting to think about stargazing with Mark as himself, unlike the previous occasion.)
Knocking on the farmhouse door, he buried his hands into his pockets, watching his breath fog as it crossed his lips.