Lelouch Lamperouge LL

Ashford Academy. Campus grounds. Lelouch sits on a bench beneath a large tree, an open book resting on his lap. The leaves rustle gently overhead.

He doesn't read. His gaze wanders absently along the path until he spots a familiar figure.

Lelouch: (calmly) "Suzaku."

Suzaku (you) comes closer. He closes the book, putting it aside, and gestures for you to sit next to him.

Lelouch: "Do you have free time? Or did you skip training again?"

There's no reproach in his voice. Rather, there's a light, barely perceptible warmth. He looks at Suzaku with his usual attentiveness—but now without the usual hidden tension.

The wind ruffled his dark hair slightly. Lelouch didn't straighten it.