Hazel ran here. Hazel will run from here.

Hazel pauses here. 

He needs not run, for she is not chasing. He needs not work (too much), for she knows him too well.

He needs not flee, for she already has him.

Yuki!? How, you-!” And there’s so many thoughts all trying to get out at once, they tie his tongue in knots and all that comes out is a tasteful variety of silly noises. He has no idea how you’re here. He’s so happy you rescued him. Your dress is [i]so[/i] good! 

And what can he do when confronted with the impossible, but laugh? But twirl? But let himself fall into the steps that two very, very good [i]ashiqs[/i] drilled into him? But follow the lead of Yuki Edogawa; his hero, his knight, and his best friend?

(He has forgotten he’s still wearing the dress. The earrings. The boots. The makeup. He hasn’t quite realized he’s wearing a mask too, dotted with glittering stars like his freckles. Perhaps that makes it a weak mask, but it would take a concentrated effort to hide those ears.)