[h3][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHdOXCoja-c]Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma Shrine[/url][/h3]	
[center][[i]Later that night. . .[/i]][/center]
	It was chilly, for early July. It was still bordering 20 degrees, but the humidity felt piercing combined with the cool breeze. The sky was clear besides some rolling clouds, and the moon, despite waning, still looked full. Sato couldn't really say why he wanted to go look at it, though. It wasn't anything special, but maybe it was just the concept of moon-watching that appealed to him. Spending the evening alone together, silence blanketing them. The shrine was devoid of life apart from these two clockwork hearts.

	It all... This whole thing felt like a blur, really. Sato's head was still pounding, hands still shaking. He didn't even remember what they had said back in the arcade, just the feeling, the warmth, of Mako. Crying in the back of arcade was so stupid, but he couldn't help it. It took all he had to not start crying again even now. Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was the embrace, but it was just... a lot of firsts, and it was hard to keep up with the night. Maybe it was the honesty that struck him the hardest; none of it was a lie. Chests cut open and beating hearts showing. 

	Was that overly dramatic...? It was apt, at the very least.

	It was weird, the fluttering in his stomach. Sato had felt it before, of course: the nerves, the heat in his heart, complete lack of a desire to go home. This type of thing wasn't new to Sato. But, infatuation and school crushes couldn't ever hold a candle to this. The ferocity of it, the concoction of new and old feelings, was overwhelming. Those eyes felt like a riptide pulling Sato into an ocean of Mako, those hands sirens dragging him under the surface. All of that, and they were just sitting together on the steps to the shrine. 

	He didn't want to seem like a baby about it, but watching the moon, Sato felt a million emotions he'd never felt before. Like his chest would explode with butterflies flying out, leaving a crimson stain on the velvet sky they were watching. What a stupid thing love was, to make someone think that exploding wouldn't even be that bad.

	"We should head back soon," Sato muttered, but instead of moving to get up or anything, he just leaned onto Mako's shoulder again. It didn't feel as cold that way. "It's getting late," He said, but it didn't really matter. He could just sleep in class.

	... Aren't exams coming up?

	Oh, well. They'd rather study eachother anyway.

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