Wind Chimes
It was nothing special really, for the two of them to be in Waya's room, leaning against each other not for support, but simply for contact. Even the lips of their discarded bowls, filled with squiggely masses of half-eaten instant ramen touched barley, as if they wanted to be assured the other was there. The go board set before them was smooth and soft from having stones clicked onto it, the worn wood comforting to both, as familiar as the warm embrace of a long time lover.
"Black went in too far here." Isumi tapped lazily as he spoke, the wind chime outside Waya's window schinging, perhaps in agreement.
"You're so smart, Isumi-san. That's why-" But Isumi turned to face him, and maybe they misjudged distance, or maybe Waya lost his balance a bit and slipped forward, perhaps fate shouldered Isumi forward, but whatever the reason Waya found that his tongue flitted out to swipe against Isumi's lips and that Isumi's own lips smacked against his. But they quickly righted the situation and both stared intently at the go board before them, saying nothing,
But the wind chime sang as their fingers curled together.
for those of you wondering, no that's not a typo, the word is supposed to be schinging.