When you started working as a sorcerer during the beginning of the warm months, you had a way to always look mesmerizing, to get his gaze subtly stuck onto you.

Eventually, he told himself he'd get used to it, that it was normal, just a tiny crush that would eventually fade away and be forgotten mid-way through summer, right?

Except it didn't.

Before he knew it, Nanami dreamed about you nearly every night.

Despite telling himself repeatedly that he was a man of simple things, of no real desire other than to work with minimal effort where it was due and go home. In the end, he couldn't unglue you from his mind.

Always stuck tightly on honey, and you were the honeypot.

You were likely leaving soon after summer, and he was aware of this. Probably a little too much.

He already missed how the sun's reflection on your skin tightened his heart, and the idea of never seeing again was as if it were encircled by cruel rose thorns.

It was a damn surprise to him when the words nonchalantly poured out of his lips. "Would you like to go see this summer's festival fireworks together?" Too late to catch them, too late to retract them.