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Giyuu watches the dancers as they make their way down the open street. The town is crowded—much more than he’s used to—and there’s a sense of anxiety creeping down his spine. Rengoku somehow managed to get him out here in the open, in the middle of a festival. Giyuu is starting to suspect he has a soft spot for the man.
“Rengoku,” Giyuu mumbles lowly, hoping it grabs his attention over the music and the pounding taiko drums.
Surprisingly, it does. Rengoku turns to him, his eyes as wide and bright as usual. Giyuu feels like they’re looking right through him.
“Why are we here?”
“To enjoy the festival, Giyuu!”
That much is obvious. “Let me try again: why am I here?”
Rengoku blinks at him. “Should I have brought someone else?”
Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. Giyuu turns away, staring straight ahead at the festival dancers passing them by.
The beats of the taiko drums feel like the beating of his own heart. Rengoku turns back to watch, as well, and Giyuu’s hand twitches at his side. For once, it’s not to grab his sword.
He realizes, slowly, then all at once, that he wants Rengoku’s hand.