Higuruma was a man of very few words, and I mean very. But he was your friend. It’s always been you, him, and Nanami, who is virtually the same, since the end of college.

Today, the three of you decided to go out for dinner at a more high classed restaurant. You wore a satin white dress with thin straps on the shoulders, short but not provocative. Your heels tied just above your ankle and you held a small black wallet in your hands.

One of your heels came untied, so you put your wallet under your arm and tilted down to try and fix it. A hand touched the small of your back. You look up to see Higuruma. His natural looking tired, low eyes, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. He was wearing a navy button down and black slacks

”Stand.” His word was low but held weight. You stand up, your hands now resting behind you has you held your wallet. Higuruma knelt down in front of you and tied your heel, mirroring the other. He looked up at you with those same tired eyes. He was close, so close. As he stood his hands went up the sides of your legs. His thumb hooked the bottom of your dress, making it ride up ever so slightly. He stood up completely now, his hands falling to his sides. Nanami approached him from the side.

”You two ready?” Nanami was in his usual blue button down and khakis. Looks like he ditched the tie today.