Suguru glanced at Satoru from the corner of his eyes. He watched. Observed. Satoru stood up and left the bar, excusing himself. A friendly outing– proposed by Shoko. Suguru decided to attend.

He hadn't stayed in contact with Satoru since their academy days. He hadn't known Satoru would agree to it. There was still a faint feeling of longing between them. A feeling he tried to will away.

Despite the crowd, this felt more intimate. A reunion just between them.

This was a meeting of two grown men with history, underlying passion and experience that could shatter the world.

Like poetry in motion.

'What are you doing to me, Satoru?' His thoughts grate against his ears. His legs itching to follow the man outside.