The wind blew lightly, the breeze ruffling Shion's pure white hair. The boy dipped his nose into a flower and took a small whiff, smiling peacefully at the nice, lightly sweet scent. It was a slightly windy spring day, not too cold and not too hot, perfect for relaxing at the park. The weather contrasted sharply with that of this same day seven years ago.
It had only been a few months since Nezumi had returned, but he and Shion had fallen easily into a comfortably-paced life. They were happy and content with the way things had turned out after all this time and completely enveloped in the beautiful bliss called love.
Nezumi wondered why he had ever left and why he had been idiotic enough to delay coming back.
Looking back on it, that had been utterlystupid—no, ridiculous— of him.
Shion said that he was just glad that Nezumi here now.
He would usually say this in such an endearing voice and with such an adorable facial expression that Nezumi was helpless to give him a light peck on the check, forehead or nose.
In this same wonderful moment, Nezumi felt his love for Shion surge throughout his body, and he put his book down on his lap to lean over and quickly brush his lips against Shion's smiling, unsuspecting ones.
The chaste kiss symbolized their relationship.
Pure but with deep-rooted passion reserved only for each other.