[Matoba doesn't pull away. When their eyes connect, the look in Matoba's sole visible one isn't a rejection. They always have to take steps this way, both of them inching along a little further until they're both in deep enough that they can close their eyes and let it happen. Matoba is close enough that Natori can still smell the hint of yakitori lingering after a few hours of carrying them around the festival. He's filled with a sudden inexplicable fondness, one that makes him smile before he takes that last small step to bring them back together.
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