The taste of Omi’s lips lingers as Akaya watches him ride off in the cab. His smile is lingering too, almost like the last bit of energy he still has after being on the go for so many weeks. He should really head home and crash...
And maybe he’s about to, but something catches his eye. A familiar silhouette, one he can recognize anywhere, even disguised like this. It’s not just the shape of him that’s familiar. He has a presence like no one else. It’s not his appearance, or his scent, or his mannerisms, but perhaps an intangible combination of everything, an aura that can stop his heart in an instant.
“Yuki...”
His mind goes blank, unable to even form the obvious questions that his sudden presence should demand. No, all he can do is stand there, rooted to the spot because he can’t remember what he’s supposed to feel. Breathless.
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And maybe he’s about to, but something catches his eye. A familiar silhouette, one he can recognize anywhere, even disguised like this. It’s not just the shape of him that’s familiar. He has a presence like no one else. It’s not his appearance, or his scent, or his mannerisms, but perhaps an intangible combination of everything, an aura that can stop his heart in an instant.
“Yuki...”
His mind goes blank, unable to even form the obvious questions that his sudden presence should demand. No, all he can do is stand there, rooted to the spot because he can’t remember what he’s supposed to feel. Breathless.