[ Regardless of the reasoning or the prospective rationale behind the precipitous hustle and bustle of individuals who were arbitrarily making their way through the streets, Suzuya remains vigilant and particularly focused on his task at hand. A few bags already precariously linked in arm, he double checks the contents once more before swiftly turning the corner; however, it’s in this rather abrupt exploit that a particular figure manages to be captured in his keen peripherals. As if to confirm his initial discovery, he turns his head fully, finally being able to place an immediate verdict. ] Miyaji. [ He calls out, while it was loud enough to (hopefully) garner the attention of whom it was directed towards – it wasn’t especially garish or flamboyant. ] It’s a surprise to see you here.
I got some things for the inn. [ He lifts the bags gingerly, his visage gradually brightening. Sending away a small smile towards Miyaji, he presses his gaze forward before he attentively offers a fleeting glance upwards – a sprig of green capturing his attention.
[As Miyaji makes out Suzuya's voice from across the road, noticing how overloaded with shopping bags he was, almost made Miyaji feel like he had been shirking his responsibilities toward the inn somewhat. It might be wrong to use his managerial position as a means to stare longingly at desserts in the window, but nobody understands how much better seasonal sweets are compared to normal ones...]
Ah, Tohzuki... [Still, he tears his sight away and approaches Suzuya in a hurry, not realizing how easily he walked into such a poorly constructed trap. His good intent to help his friend acting as bait, if only he was truly as indifferent as he pretended to be] You should have told me, I would have gone with you.
[Abruptly, he stops from trying to assist as he follows Suzuya's line of sight. It's never felt so daunting to simply look up as it did in that short moment but Miyaji finally sees the familiar plant that was now resting above them. Not this... again...
There's nothing Miyaji can say about it other than "Happy Anniversary"... NO LMFAO... I didn't write that. Miyaji just stares at the dreaded ornament as if that would erase itself from existence. Step it up, step it out, mistletoe]
[ While it had originally appeared as though the other had been temporarily immersed in the prospect of amorously devouring the ample supply of baked goods that were brazenly placed in showcases across the street – he’s relieved to see that he had succeeded in seizing the other’s attention. Though, the feeling of reassurance was a rather brief and fleeting one as unease soon settled in. This was, like last year, likely another product of the Twelve, but regardless of who had carefully conjured up this holiday trick, it didn’t change the fact that they were – for lack of a better expression – stuck. However, he keeps a casual front. After all, he had to deal with this situation swiftly if he wanted to get out of this. Not to mention, that, though there was a physical distance between them now - they would certainly have to move in closer - close to you & close to you. here's 2 kawaii anniversaries. ]
I didn’t want to trouble you. I did have an early start, after all. [ Pausing, he looks back up and up ah ah~ towards the mistletoe that hung above their heads before meeting Miyaji's gaze once more; a genuinely apologetic look gracing his features. ] Though, it looks like it’s a little too late for that...
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[Uniquely traumatizing as every event proves to be for them, it's small miracles that they've yet to do any actually worshiping. Even so. This is still tortuous in its own way. It seems that ever time they paired up in one of the Twelve's trickery, it's just to make spectacles of themselves where everyone can see.
Miyaji is quite determined to outlive this ornament of evil instead of nipping it in the bud like Suzuya would prefer. Hearing Suzuya take notice of it causes Miyaji to give the other an almost accusatory glare. He knows it's not Suzuya's fault for any of this but he doesn't have to draw attention to it either.] Don't say that.
[Suzuya's never been someone Miyaji has considered unappealing and gun to his head, he's probably one of the few boys Miyaji wouldn't mind doing this with but... he doesn't... want to. Miyaji's not ready for your monitor kisses Suzuya so just stand there while he tries to act nonchalant and come up with some kind of loophole. If they're having a shared hallucination then maybe it'll just disappear...
A weary sigh escapes him as that obviously proves to be ineffective. He knows he should just close his eyes and get it over it but again, he doesn't want to...] The weather is chilly, isn't it...? [Unlike 2pm this is the coldest time of the day. Miyaji just wants to think about (I want to think about!) anything else other than the situation they've managed to find themselves in] We should make sure the inn's heater can last.
[ Oh… Without even thinking, he inclines his head slightly; worried by the potential offense taken by his previous statement. Smiling a little uneasily, he responds quietly, his usual attentiveness clearly scattered. ] Sorry.
[ While it wasn’t entirely the reaction he was expecting, especially considering the precariously malicious whim that had likely fueled the Twelve into partaking in such adamant tomfoolery, he remains receptive. Perhaps, even reassuring. So casual conversation it is. ] Mm, but it’s a nice contrast. [ Though, he was more emotionally invested ~in spring, that wasn’t to say he couldn’t appreciate the allure of frost-bitten fingers and fresh-fallen snow. Glancing once more across the street, he attempts to shift the subject – hopefully to a more universally appealing one! Or well, at the very least, a Miyaji-attracting one. And to that there was only one real option – honey, honey, honey. ]
Those sweets look good. [ The one’s across the street that is. ] If only we could move and get a closer look. We could probably buy some back. [ THIS IS SO GAY I CAN’T. But, regardless, if this could be a prospective motivator towards a more timely escape—perhaps, it was a worthy endeavor.
WE’LL MAKE IT ALL OKAY WE’LL MAKE IT SAFE —NO REGRETS. ]
[It doesn't do much good for Suzuya to apologize so Miyaji just shakes his head to indicate that he isn't annoyed at him per say, only that he's unable to tolerate their predicament in a polite manner. But telling him in words would probably make Suzuya feel worse hence why Miyaji opts to be silent. He knows that his tone is always irritated as a default and he doesn't want Suzuya to believe that he's angry with him.
While Miyaji enjoys ~summer~ as much as one possibly can, he can appreciate the cold weather from time to time. Namely the desserts that come with it but since he's a Scorpio, he holds some bias towards the season cuz let's be real, Miyaji probably embodies all the bad aspects of winter the most] A nice contrast to what? [Miyaji, icy tsundere and harsh as a winter wasteland
He turns to where Suzuya is referring to successfully focused on the sweets all over again. Miyaji had been eying the window before, visualizing which ones he would want to buy (stay with me...!!) and while even he knows he can't be able to fool Suzuya, he'll try to anyway.] I hadn't noticed but if you want to later, I don't mind.
[Miyaji's doubtful that Suzuya can actually see much of anything (aka the ones he actually wants to buy) but he sidesteps a little closer to the window anyway. It seems he can move that far at least and waits for Suzuya to join him if he wants to. The area in which they're enclosed in seems to be limited from Suzuya's point to the window's display which is a tight fit... hopefully it doesn't get any smaller if Suzuya decides to have a look because there are some mint macaroons in the back he wants Suzuya to buy or at least emulate once they return]
[ The agile shake of his companion’s head is all the validation he needs to quell some of the guilt that had inescapably built up within him. Expression slightly more relaxed, he eases his posture slightly; there’s a faint sense of gratitude in this minute shift of movements as he nearly forgets their indefensible situation. Only Miyaji’s words successfully break his train of thought – the gravity of the situation fully bestowed on him once more. ] To warm weather. We’ve had quite a lot of it this year. So it’s good to have a change of pace with the seasons.
[ Regardless, of Miyaji’s rather candid and penetratingly curt reply in terms of the purchasing of sweets, Suzuya can… certainly see past it. He supposes it came with experience and the constant expansion of his Tsundere knowledge. Factoring in all of these diminutive details, he could distinguish that Miyaji’s was likely to be jumpin’ jumpin’ jumpin’ now. I should apologize for this, but I think we’re too far gone…. Weeps bitter tears of remorse.
But, despite his keen cognizance, he decisively decides to play along. Just for Miyaji. (Only you!) ] Thanks for humoring me. [ He chuckles slightly, bemused by the situation. Moving in as closely as the mistletoe’s enchantment would provide, he leans in, craning his neck to peer more attentively into the store’s pristine window. … And the space? Inevitably getting smaller; their shoulders nearly glued to one another. ] What would you recommend?
Maybe. [The weather is not something Miyaji's taken observation of since the Twelve grew bored with their previous stunt. Once it was safe to start stepping out of the house, there wasn't much use in worrying anymore. But how Miyaji operates his thoughts obviously might not apply to Suzuya and he nods belatedly, semi-agreeing with Suzuya's statement. However, before he discards the opportunity to talk candidly about the weather further, there's a distinct oddness in Suzuya's phrasing that requires his attention more.] "This year?" [Normally, Miyaji would have taken that at face value. That it's nearing the end of a calendar year but hadn't Suzuya arrived sometime close to this date? He vaguely remembers the details of Suzuya's arrival, seeing as Miyaji was one of the first people to help him settle] Has it already been a year for you, Tohzuki? [How time passes. That means that among the Seigetsu representatives, they've been here the longest thus far. It almost gives him a headache to imagine if they grow another year older in this place.
Depressing notion aside, Miyaji idly stares into the window as he senses Suzuya approach him from his side. At the sensation (eh eh eh oh) of Suzuya's shoulders against his, Miyaji attempts to adjust his position so that they aren't in such close proximity to one another but after some consideration, he finds himself not minding and presses close to him. Nervous, Miyaji ends up talking a little too eagerly about the desserts the store has to offer to distract himself from thinking about Suzuya]
Can you see the ones in the back? The assorted macaroons? [He presses his fingers against the glass. It's obvious from the fact that since they're fairly hard to spot, Miyaji must have been staring at this store for a while to immediately recognize their location. A detail he can't consider or correct as he continues on] We should buy a box. [Or ten]
[ With a tinge of mirth wedged between the indulgent, almost faint curling of the corner of his lips, he proffers another inaudible semblance of a laugh. Almost in direct response to this, his hand successively moves upwards – aiming to soothingly cup out the potentially distinct symbols of his own personal merriment. As stark, and perhaps critically disconcerting as their constant and continued presence in Zodion was, Suzuya resolved himself on remaining progressive and affirmative in regards to the conclusive quandaries and trepidations that soon followed in their pursuit. Losing hope wasn’t an option, at the very least; he considered that to some degree – while she wasn’t here – pushed on for her sake. Though, that may have been evidence to his more egotistical sense of self-gratification. Regardless, he also didn’t want to risk the possibility of affronting or alarming Miyaji. Keeping the topic lighthearted, he replies-- ] It doesn’t feel that long, though.
It’s strange how we’ve been here for so many seasons and yet… [ They haven’t been returned home. With how Zodion was designed, he had only assumed that this farce would have ended sooner or later. He supposes the Gods, capriciously decided on later. As Miyaji pointed out the sweets, he vaguely looked them over. ] Good choice. They say macaroons are best created in weather that’s a little colder and predominately dry, after all. It’s best to eat things fresh and in season. [ Or in weather appropriateness, but w/e, same difference. ] We’ll do that then. We could share with the others at the inn, too. [ Let’s go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Only, they can’t so. [yaoming] But, that only leaves Suzuya with one kawaii option, I guess. ]
LMFAO i can't handle that icon of suzuya knitting underwear
[Miyaji, too, subconsciously traces the tattoo that marks him. The ink that symbolizes his imprisonment. It's difficult but Miyaji can still recall when the Scorpio mark was only faint in color–close to camouflaging with his skin–but as time continued to pass it has only grown darker and more distinct like a physical record of his stay. And as his fingers glide over the mark under his sleeve, he winces as if it still stings as badly and as suddenly as when he had first arrived. If he was alone, Miyaji might resort to crying but since he's with company, losing face is not something he can afford to do. As the one who's been here the longest, showing how broken his spirit is... is not something he can selfishly do]
I miss... being able to go home. [Still, he lets that much slip. His parents, his brothers and even the rest of the archery club who were like family him are all the people he imagine when he closes his eyes and another day passes in this place. If he could be with them all again, at the price of forgetting everything that they've done here... would be a deal he could never regret
Transitioning from such a depressing topic to the other is difficult and Miyaji chokes down a breath as he looks through the store's window once more. The idea of scoffing down macaroons is less appetizing then it was a few minutes ago but since this is Miyaji, when it comes to sweets, his mood easily livens up.] Ah. I agree. I think Nanami would enjoy these as well. [But Miyaji also is unkindly reminded of their situation. Miyaji glances at the mistletoe that still mocks them, glaring at it for a brief second before realizing his stubbornness is pointless. But it's not as if he can... change in a place like this.]
Tohzuki. I hope you know I've forgiven you. [Now that they're here, he may as well... talk about it] I know I was harsh to you about Kanakubo-senpai but I was more angry with what was happening to us then I was with you. I know that you probably... didn't have much of a choice like now and I apologize for that. [He was wrong but he's not going to say that]
... What I'm trying to say is... [A deep breath] I won't be mad at you if... we do this. [Hahaha oh my god, no escape... he can't take that back now. As usual, this is mine, embarrassment that is]
LMFAO he’s so ridiculous. the start of his hideous hobbies…
[ Contradictorily, though many aspects of their situation were nowhere near ideal, Suzuya was fairly tolerant. Or rather, at the very least, he remained lenient and flexible in regards to the varying state of affairs that they were all inexorably involved in. Hearing Miyaji’s confession, in many ways, concerned him—perhaps, even alarmed him. Normally words of feebleness and general vulnerability were hardly ever exchanged between to two, and so he stands there, temporarily mind-numbed.
Analyzing the situation neutrally, he mulls over his options. While he wanted to provide his companion with some peace of mind, he knew how futile his efforts doubtlessly were and so he nods attentively, at least trying to project his concern and care. ] I’m sure we’ll be returned home in time. [ A pause. ] Sooner, hopefully. [ The Twelve couldn’t keep them here forever, right? Or at least, in theory.
Aside from the surprise that was evidently derived from abrupt admittance and concession of Miyaji’s own feelings of fragility, his next set of words equally… astonished him. And it likely showed. Regaining his bearings, a small smile spreads across his lips. ] Ah..
Honestly, I’ve always been a little worried that I troubled you, as well as Kanakubi-senpai. [ Sighing a little in relief, he offers Miyaji a light touch on the shoulder. Asserting their mutual understanding. ] Thank you. [ Before divulging something of his own-- ] I'm the same. These situations are usually difficult, so I'm always glad that we somehow... always manage to get through them together.
[ Honestly, while there was still some hesitation diluted in his eyes, he's quick to realize just how useless most of sentiments truly were-- ultimately doing nothing to solve their main issue. As such, he firmly endeavors on grasping his resolve. While it was (still) a strange idea to be partaking in such an affectionate activity with one of his closest friends here, he supposes it was either “now or later,” and unlike the Twelve, he couldn’t afford for "later." Reaching seize his own scarf, he carefully moves to unravel it. Scarf now removed, he opens it out smoothly before successively placing it behind and over Miyaji’s head. At least, this way, their privacy was sealed, right? ] I'm doing it now. [ Suzuya says these words almost inaudibly, his tone hushed and secretive. Finally, without waiting for a reply, he leans in, his lips finally meeting Miyaji's in a chaste kiss. ]
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I got some things for the inn. [ He lifts the bags gingerly, his visage gradually brightening. Sending away a small smile towards Miyaji, he presses his gaze forward before he attentively offers a fleeting glance upwards – a sprig of green capturing his attention.
Hey yo, yo mister. ]
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Ah, Tohzuki... [Still, he tears his sight away and approaches Suzuya in a hurry, not realizing how easily he walked into such a poorly constructed trap. His good intent to help his friend acting as bait, if only he was truly as indifferent as he pretended to be] You should have told me, I would have gone with you.
[Abruptly, he stops from trying to assist as he follows Suzuya's line of sight. It's never felt so daunting to simply look up as it did in that short moment but Miyaji finally sees the familiar plant that was now resting above them. Not this... again...
There's nothing Miyaji can say about it other than "Happy Anniversary"... NO LMFAO... I didn't write that. Miyaji just stares at the dreaded ornament as if that would erase itself from existence. Step it up, step it out, mistletoe]
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I didn’t want to trouble you. I did have an early start, after all. [ Pausing, he looks back up and up ah ah~ towards the mistletoe that hung above their heads before meeting Miyaji's gaze once more; a genuinely apologetic look gracing his features. ] Though, it looks like it’s a little too late for that...
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Miyaji is quite determined to outlive this ornament of evil instead of nipping it in the bud like Suzuya would prefer. Hearing Suzuya take notice of it causes Miyaji to give the other an almost accusatory glare. He knows it's not Suzuya's fault for any of this but he doesn't have to draw attention to it either.] Don't say that.
[Suzuya's never been someone Miyaji has considered unappealing and gun to his head, he's probably one of the few boys Miyaji wouldn't mind doing this with but... he doesn't... want to. Miyaji's not ready for your monitor kisses Suzuya so just stand there while he tries to act nonchalant and come up with some kind of loophole. If they're having a shared hallucination then maybe it'll just disappear...
A weary sigh escapes him as that obviously proves to be ineffective. He knows he should just close his eyes and get it over it but again, he doesn't want to...] The weather is chilly, isn't it...? [Unlike 2pm this is the coldest time of the day. Miyaji just wants to think about (I want to think about!) anything else other than the situation they've managed to find themselves in] We should make sure the inn's heater can last.
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[ While it wasn’t entirely the reaction he was expecting, especially considering the precariously malicious whim that had likely fueled the Twelve into partaking in such adamant tomfoolery, he remains receptive. Perhaps, even reassuring. So casual conversation it is. ] Mm, but it’s a nice contrast. [ Though, he was more emotionally invested ~in spring, that wasn’t to say he couldn’t appreciate the allure of frost-bitten fingers and fresh-fallen snow. Glancing once more across the street, he attempts to shift the subject – hopefully to a more universally appealing one! Or well, at the very least, a Miyaji-attracting one. And to that there was only one real option – honey, honey, honey. ]
Those sweets look good. [ The one’s across the street that is. ] If only we could move and get a closer look. We could probably buy some back. [ THIS IS SO GAY I CAN’T. But, regardless, if this could be a prospective motivator towards a more timely escape—perhaps, it was a worthy endeavor.
WE’LL MAKE IT ALL OKAY WE’LL MAKE IT SAFE —NO REGRETS. ]
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While Miyaji enjoys ~summer~ as much as one possibly can, he can appreciate the cold weather from time to time. Namely the desserts that come with it but since he's a Scorpio, he holds some bias towards the season cuz let's be real, Miyaji probably embodies all the bad aspects of winter the most] A nice contrast to what? [Miyaji, icy tsundere and harsh as a winter wasteland
He turns to where Suzuya is referring to successfully focused on the sweets all over again. Miyaji had been eying the window before, visualizing which ones he would want to buy (stay with me...!!) and while even he knows he can't be able to fool Suzuya, he'll try to anyway.] I hadn't noticed but if you want to later, I don't mind.
[Miyaji's doubtful that Suzuya can actually see much of anything (aka the ones he actually wants to buy) but he sidesteps a little closer to the window anyway. It seems he can move that far at least and waits for Suzuya to join him if he wants to. The area in which they're enclosed in seems to be limited from Suzuya's point to the window's display which is a tight fit... hopefully it doesn't get any smaller if Suzuya decides to have a look because there are some mint macaroons in the back he wants Suzuya to buy or at least emulate once they return]
random icon keeps calling for monitor kisses
[ Regardless, of Miyaji’s rather candid and penetratingly curt reply in terms of the purchasing of sweets, Suzuya can… certainly see past it. He supposes it came with experience and the constant expansion of his Tsundere knowledge. Factoring in all of these diminutive details, he could distinguish that Miyaji’s was likely to be jumpin’ jumpin’ jumpin’ now. I should apologize for this, but I think we’re too far gone…. Weeps bitter tears of remorse.
But, despite his keen cognizance, he decisively decides to play along. Just for Miyaji. (Only you!) ] Thanks for humoring me. [ He chuckles slightly, bemused by the situation. Moving in as closely as the mistletoe’s enchantment would provide, he leans in, craning his neck to peer more attentively into the store’s pristine window. … And the space? Inevitably getting smaller; their shoulders nearly glued to one another. ] What would you recommend?
random icon you're too eager....
Depressing notion aside, Miyaji idly stares into the window as he senses Suzuya approach him from his side. At the sensation (eh eh eh oh) of Suzuya's shoulders against his, Miyaji attempts to adjust his position so that they aren't in such close proximity to one another but after some consideration, he finds himself not minding and presses close to him. Nervous, Miyaji ends up talking a little too eagerly about the desserts the store has to offer to distract himself from thinking about Suzuya]
Can you see the ones in the back? The assorted macaroons? [He presses his fingers against the glass. It's obvious from the fact that since they're fairly hard to spot, Miyaji must have been staring at this store for a while to immediately recognize their location. A detail he can't consider or correct as he continues on] We should buy a box. [Or ten]
the gross tale of a starry homo and random icon
It’s strange how we’ve been here for so many seasons and yet… [ They haven’t been returned home. With how Zodion was designed, he had only assumed that this farce would have ended sooner or later. He supposes the Gods, capriciously decided on later. As Miyaji pointed out the sweets, he vaguely looked them over. ] Good choice. They say macaroons are best created in weather that’s a little colder and predominately dry, after all. It’s best to eat things fresh and in season. [ Or in weather appropriateness, but w/e, same difference. ] We’ll do that then. We could share with the others at the inn, too. [ Let’s go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Only, they can’t so. [yaoming] But, that only leaves Suzuya with one kawaii option, I guess. ]
LMFAO i can't handle that icon of suzuya knitting underwear
I miss... being able to go home. [Still, he lets that much slip. His parents, his brothers and even the rest of the archery club who were like family him are all the people he imagine when he closes his eyes and another day passes in this place. If he could be with them all again, at the price of forgetting everything that they've done here... would be a deal he could never regret
Transitioning from such a depressing topic to the other is difficult and Miyaji chokes down a breath as he looks through the store's window once more. The idea of scoffing down macaroons is less appetizing then it was a few minutes ago but since this is Miyaji, when it comes to sweets, his mood easily livens up.] Ah. I agree. I think Nanami would enjoy these as well. [But Miyaji also is unkindly reminded of their situation. Miyaji glances at the mistletoe that still mocks them, glaring at it for a brief second before realizing his stubbornness is pointless. But it's not as if he can... change in a place like this.]
Tohzuki. I hope you know I've forgiven you. [Now that they're here, he may as well... talk about it] I know I was harsh to you about Kanakubo-senpai but I was more angry with what was happening to us then I was with you. I know that you probably... didn't have much of a choice like now and I apologize for that. [He was wrong but he's not going to say that]
... What I'm trying to say is... [A deep breath] I won't be mad at you if... we do this. [Hahaha oh my god, no escape... he can't take that back now. As usual, this is mine, embarrassment that is]
LMFAO he’s so ridiculous. the start of his hideous hobbies…
Analyzing the situation neutrally, he mulls over his options. While he wanted to provide his companion with some peace of mind, he knew how futile his efforts doubtlessly were and so he nods attentively, at least trying to project his concern and care. ] I’m sure we’ll be returned home in time. [ A pause. ] Sooner, hopefully. [ The Twelve couldn’t keep them here forever, right? Or at least, in theory.
Aside from the surprise that was evidently derived from abrupt admittance and concession of Miyaji’s own feelings of fragility, his next set of words equally… astonished him. And it likely showed. Regaining his bearings, a small smile spreads across his lips. ] Ah..
Honestly, I’ve always been a little worried that I troubled you, as well as Kanakubi-senpai. [ Sighing a little in relief, he offers Miyaji a light touch on the shoulder. Asserting their mutual understanding. ] Thank you. [ Before divulging something of his own-- ] I'm the same. These situations are usually difficult, so I'm always glad that we somehow... always manage to get through them together.
[ Honestly, while there was still some hesitation diluted in his eyes, he's quick to realize just how useless most of sentiments truly were-- ultimately doing nothing to solve their main issue. As such, he firmly endeavors on grasping his resolve. While it was (still) a strange idea to be partaking in such an affectionate activity with one of his closest friends here, he supposes it was either “now or later,” and unlike the Twelve, he couldn’t afford for "later." Reaching seize his own scarf, he carefully moves to unravel it. Scarf now removed, he opens it out smoothly before successively placing it behind and over Miyaji’s head. At least, this way, their privacy was sealed, right? ] I'm doing it now. [ Suzuya says these words almost inaudibly, his tone hushed and secretive. Finally, without waiting for a reply, he leans in, his lips finally meeting Miyaji's in a chaste kiss. ]