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The guy dressed as a zombie has been watching Haruka all night. Haruka scowls through the crowd, leaning to keep the zombie in his sights.
It’s a pretty good costume; worn, ragged clothes that still fit him nicely, subtle paint sponged on every exposed bit of skin. He’s built broadly, with wide shoulders and comfortable thighs, and a slow, patient smile that goes lopsided every time he glances over at Haruka.
Surely someone who looks dead shouldn't be so hot.
Adjusting the set of ears pinching his skull, Haruka tears his gaze away and looks into his cup, swirling the sticky orange punch around suspiciously. It’s sickly-sweet and fruity, but he’s already beginning to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges—fuzzy enough to consider going over there.
He tosses his drink back, cheeks hot, and clenches his jaw. If zombie guy wants to look, he can look up close.
“Hey.”
Zombie guy looks up at Haruka with a wide, unhurried smile. “Hey,” he says. His voice makes Haruka’s hair want to stand on end. “Nice ears. Do you have a tail too, kitty?”
Haruka flushes so hot he can’t talk for a second. “Sakura,” he grits finally. “Sakura Haruka.”
“Togame Jou.”
Togame teases, but it’s relaxed and easy, enough to ruffle Haruka’s fur but not make him retreat. Haruka likes it. It draws him in, makes him curious to see more—and the curl of Togame’s smile as they spar verbally tells him he feels the same.
When Togame’s arm settles around his shoulders, warm and heavy, Haruka’s already ready for more.
“You move so slow,” he mutters, tipping his face up in challenge.
Togame’s eyebrows quirk. “Oh?”
He kisses slow, too, but somewhere in the honey-slow, paint-flavoured slide of lips and hands, Sakura forgets why that’s a problem.