Never before has Hifumi been more thankful that the planet is round.
The road they race down meets the horizon. But they never do. No matter how fast Makoto drives, the horizon remains out of their reach. Hifumi can almost pretend that the road has no end. That they can go on forever like this.
Makoto is warm against Hifumi's collarbones and between her arms. The motorcycle roars underneath them. Its sound is infectious and reverberates in her bones. Entwines with her heartbeat. She cannot tell them apart.
"You doing okay?" Makoto asks her at a red light.
"Never better."
