Notes: Do you want to hear about how terrible my job has been lately, and how it has affected my ability to write productively?

Of course you don't. On to the chapter!

Waiting for Rainbows
Chapter 7: You're the lightning that illuminated me

Taking on a task as mundane as setting up a futon allowed Hinata to bring himself back down to earth and focus on issues much more normal than being suddenly thrust into a hub of criminal activity.

First of all, he was getting awfully hungry. He and Kuzuryu never did manage to find someplace to eat dinner, and he could only last for so long on the movie theatre popcorn they had shared (salted, not caramel; Kuzuryu had been amusingly adamant on that point).

The second issue was that he was supposed to go to work the next morning, and between the typhoon and apparently being in the mountains, he couldn't see how it would be possible to get back to Kibougaoka in time. He'd need to call Kirigiri to see if she could cover his shift, and... come to think of it, he would also need to get in touch with the dormitory to let them know he'd be out for the night. Hinata frowned; he really wasn't looking forward to speaking with the dorm advisor...

Having finished setting up his sleeping quarters for the night, Hinata sat back on his heels and pondered his next course of action. Sitting around doing nothing didn't sound too riveting, but on the other hand, he was apprehensive about what kind of trouble he'd come across in the Kuzuryu home. Even as he thought that, he could hear yelling echoing down the hall, indicative of an escalating argument. Just as he had decided to take that as his cue to stay in the room until Kuzuryu or Pekoyama came to fetch him, he realized that he actually recognized the voices, if only on the barest familiarity.

If his ears were to be trusted, the yelling match was between Kuzuryu's parents.

He frowned; Kuzuryu's mother had been headed to wherever Kuzuryu and his father were having their discussion. So was Kuzuryu involved in some sort of fight between his parents?

Was that what Pekoyama had been referring to when she suggested things might "take a turn for the worse"?

Suddenly worried about the situation, Hinata stood up and walked to the door. Upon sliding it open, he noticed that the voices were just a tad bit clearer as they carried down the hall, but still not enough for him to make out what was being said. He stepped out, closing the door behind him, and headed in the direction that he could best guess the voices were coming from.

He followed the sound of the commotion through the halls; there was probably a shorter route if he passed through some of the rooms rather than taking the long way around the perimeter of the house, but in a yakuza household that really wasn't a risk he felt comfortable taking. Eventually, after turning down a corridor leading deeper into the house, he arrived at the door where he could most clearly hear the words being yelled from the inside.

"—all because you kept coddling him!"

"Don't you dare blame your leadership failures on our son!"

Hinata wasn't sure if this was something he should be listening to, but as he began backing away from the door, he noticed that he wasn't the only one drawn to the sound of the argument. He only just barely managed to avoid bumping into a gangster behind him, and quick glance around confirmed that a whole group of gang members were crowding towards the source of the noise, some flexing and cracking their knuckles in preparation of a fight. Suddenly Hinata was absolutely sure that he did not want to be there, and his gaze swept across the group, trying to find the least menacing men he could squeeze past to escape—

—then he jumped in surprise when there was a sharp crashing sound, followed immediately by shards of broken ceramic embedding themselves into the paper panels of the sliding door.

As he tried to process what was happening, the door slammed open and the throng of gangsters started to move in, only to take a step back when there was a blur of silver; Pekoyama had flown out the door, one hand with Kuzuryu in tow and the other wielding a bamboo practice sword.

Through the haze of confusion clouding his mind, Hinata felt a wave of relief, the guilt of not questioning the woman's ever-present sword case washing off of him. A practice sword was perfectly legal to carry in public.

That relief immediately disintegrated when she let go of Kuzuryu to crack open the bamboo casing, revealing a steel katana blade underneath.

"Goddamn it, Peko, stop!" Kuzuryu shoved himself forward and forcefully pushed Pekoyama's hands downward, breaking her stance.

"Young Master..." The murderous glint in her crimson eyes melted away, and after sparing one more glance at the crowd of gangsters, she obediently replaced the bamboo decoy casing and stowed the sword back in its sling-case. "Very well. My apologies."

"I keep telling you, I can handle this shit." Kuzuryu shot a nasty glare at one man at the edge of the group who seemed ready to pounce and start a fight, then moved his gaze along the crowd to survey his surroundings. "All right, break it up, you bloodthirsty dumbasses. This is no time to be..." He trailed off when he made eye contact with Hinata, clearly trying but failing to mask his alarm. "Hinata?" He glanced sidelong at Pekoyama before focusing on him again. "I thought you were setting up the— how long have— what are you doing here?"

"Uh..." Hinata couldn't immediately find the right words to say; he absolutely had made the wrong choice in being there, that much was certain, and the argument still raging in the next room over only drove that point home further. "I've only been here about a minute or so, I didn't... hear anything, really," he assured the blond. "I was just, kind of... could I have my phone back for a moment? I'm supposed to work tomorrow so I should let my sempai know..."

Kuzuryu studied Hinata's face warily, but he seemed satisfied that Hinata was telling the truth and visibly relaxed. "Are you fucking serious? Fine, follow me." He grabbed Hinata's sleeve and took a near-imperceptible glance around the huddle before choosing a direction to leave in. "You," he declared, lightly kicking one of the men in the shin. "Let me through. And all of you, break it up!"

Hinata let himself be dragged from the dissipating throng of gangsters and out into the main corridor. He could still hear the argument fading away as distance was put between them and the room, and he frowned. "Wait, is everything all right back there, though? What even happened? It sounded pretty bad..."

Kuzuryu glanced over his shoulder briefly in the direction they had left from. "Shit, that was nothing. Mom came barging in screaming her head off, Dad answered in kind, they went at it for a bit, and finally Dad got fed up and threw this big fucking vase across the room. And of course Pekoyama whipped her sword out to smash the thing in midair. Happens all the time."

Hinata blanched at the dismissive way he described the events. "All the time? And you're okay with that?"

"Never said I was okay with it, but that's just the way it's always been. Gotten kinda used to it, I guess."

Hinata studied Kuzuryu thoughtfully; he sure seemed to be largely unaffected by it all. And for what it was worth, the yelling had faded completely; the argument must have settled down a bit, because it wasn't carrying down the hall the way it had prior. All he could hear now were the tree branches assaulting the storm doors and the strong winds whistling through the branches outside. "Your parents don't get along, then?"

"Sure they get along, they just fight a lot, you know?"

Hinata didn't know, honestly. He wasn't sure how to respond to that, though, and pursuing a line of questioning about what was being discussed in the first place was obviously out of the question, so he decided to change the subject entirely.

"So, about my phone..."

"Right, that." Kuzuryu let go of Hinata's sleeve (Hinata had forgotten that he had still been holding on) and looked up at him. "I'm taking you to one of our phones, and you can call her from there. Cell service is shitty up here anyway."

"Oh, but..." Kuzuryu took a turn around a corner, and Hinata dutifully followed after. "Um, I'll still need my phone back, though. I have her number saved in my contacts..." He felt a little sheepish about pushing the issue, but he had long since acquiesced to the typical millennial habit of leaving number memorization to his cell phone.

Kuzuryu sighed and ran his fingers through his short hair irritably. "Seriously? Fine, I'll give you your phone back, but only for a moment. Just keep following me for now."

"And we never got any dinner, did we?"

"Yeah, and because of someone's bright idea to look for a place to eat, we got soaked, remember?"

Hinata rolled his eyes. "I'm not trying to be smart, I'm just wondering if we can get something to eat now."

"Yeah, sure," Kuzuryu said airily. "We're actually all having dinner in about half an hour anyway."

"You could have said that to start with instead of making a dig at me."

Kuzuryu grinned up at him—the first smile of any sort that Hinata had seen of the yakuza since arriving at the house—then stopped in front of a door, sliding it open. "There's a phone you can use right in here, come on in."

Hinata followed Kuzuryu into the room—another living area, it seemed, decorated with various wall hangings, and in the corner was a small table where a landline phone sat.

"Okay, great," Hinata said, stepping over to the phone. "And my cell?"

"Sure, right." Kuzuryu dug into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out Hinata's smartphone, holding it out for him to take. "I'll be watching you, though, so no funny business, all right?" He leaned against the adjacent wall, keeping Hinata in his sights. "Not that you'd be able to do much of anything without service."

"I wouldn't do anything regardless," Hinata promised, taking the phone and holding down the power button to turn it on. As he watched it boot up, though, he noticed the tiny icon indicating that the device's GPS was still turned on.

He frowned; it was true that he had no service at the moment, and if his phone wasn't pinging any cell towers, it wouldn't be detecting his location. But it seemed like such a gamble to take that for granted, and he couldn't imagine that Kuzuryu would have simply forgotten to turn it off. If Kuzuryu was trying to keep the location a secret, why would he risk keeping the GPS on?

Unless Kuzuryu trusted him not to try looking up the location after all?

Hinata looked back at Kuzuryu, shocked and a little confused by that thought. Sure, it made sense that they would have built up some trust between them over the weeks, but to see evidence of that so plainly...

Kuzuryu glanced away, cheeks reddening. "The fuck are you gawking at? Hurry up and call her already."

"Ah, right, sorry." Hinata turned back towards the landline phone, feeling his own cheeks going warm. He hadn't even realized that he was staring.

Shaking those thoughts from his mind, Hinata quickly navigated to Kirigiri's entry in his contacts and punched the numbers into the landline phone. As he listened to the trill of the ringback tone, he tapped his cell phone nervously against his thigh and tried not to be too conscious of Kuzuryu leaning against the wall behind him.

It seemed to be close to an eternity before Kirigiri picked up on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Sempai! Hi!" Hinata floundered, all too aware of how unnatural he sounded, and tried to block Kuzuryu's presence from his mind for the moment. "Uh, it's me."

"Hinata-kun..." Kirigiri trailed off into thoughtful silence, and Hinata began to wonder if he had really sounded that strange when she spoke again. "Why are you calling from a screened number?"

Hinata grimaced, just barely managing to keep himself from making a sound of exasperation. A screened number. Of course it was a screened number. "Uh, is it?" he said, choosing to feign ignorance. "I don't know, I've got no service on my cell and this is the only phone I could find to use..."

"Hmm." Hinata couldn't tell from her tone if Kirigiri was buying that excuse, but to his relief, she didn't push the issue. "No matter. Are you somewhere safe from the storm, then?"

He wasn't sure if he'd call a yakuza household "safe," per se, but it was true that he was well-shielded from the typhoon. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, glancing quickly back at Kuzuryu. "I don't think I'll be able to make it in to work tomorrow, though. I'm really sorry, but would you be able to cover my shift? I can work both shifts next weekend in return..."

"That's fine," Kirigiri said easily. "It should be slow anyway, but we have backup from Kitazawa on-call in case we need it."

"Thanks," Hinata sighed, relieved. "I might be able to make it in around noon or so, but I can't say for sure..."

"Just don't even bother," Kirigiri said bluntly. "If you push yourself too hard, you'll be too exhausted to be productive." She paused. "I must admit that I'm curious where you are if it's that much of a hassle to make it in. You're not at the dormitory, I take it?"

"Uh, no, I'm..." Hinata gripped his cell phone anxiously. "I... got stuck further inland."

"Where, exactly?"

Where? How was Hinata supposed to answer that when he didn't know the answer himself? He glanced back at Kuzuryu again before turning forward, tapping his cell phone against his cheek in thought. "Um, actually I'm not really—"

Suddenly the fingers curled around his cell phone were empty, and Hinata turned sharply towards Kuzuryu, who was once again pocketing the device. "Hey!" he exclaimed, covering the receiver of the house phone so that Kirigiri couldn't overhear. "I'm not done with that!"

"Yes you fucking are," Kuzuryu huffed. "You needed it to get her phone number, and now you have it."

"I need to call the dorms after this!" Hinata reached for the phone, but instinctively reeled back when his hand brushed against Kuzuryu's arm.

That was... weird.

Kuzuryu simply rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall again, resolutely not meeting Hinata's gaze as he began fiddling with the touchscreen himself.

"Kuzuryu!" Hinata hissed, but he was pulled away from the minor scuffle when he heard Kirigiri's voice speak up again.

"You're with someone." It was a statement, not a question.

Hinata removed his hand from the mouthpiece. "It's just Kuzuryu!"

"Well, yes, given your recent social habits, that would be the logical conclusion." Kirigiri's voice was amused. "What did you think I was implying, Hinata-kun?"

Mortified, Hinata covered his face with his free hand, having completely abandoned efforts to retrieve his cell phone.

"But it's never just Kuzuryu, is it?"

The sudden seriousness of her tone put Hinata on edge, and he frowned at the receiver. "What are you trying to say?"

"You do remember what I told you before, correct?"

What she told him before... Hinata didn't need to hear any more than that to know that she was referring to the night she had confronted him about Kuzuryu's identity.

Be careful. Remember your professional commitments.

A dead cop helps no one.

Of course he remembered those words. They were always present somewhere in his consciousness, though admittedly not always at the forefront of his mind.

Kuzuryu chose that moment to push himself away from the wall and stand at Hinata's side, close enough for their forearms to brush against each other, and Hinata found himself somewhat distracted by the gentle contact.

He was always aware in some capacity of the danger in associating with Kuzuryu, but he had to admit—only to himself, not to Kirigiri—that there were times like this when it came very close to slipping his mind.

But he couldn't let his guard down—especially since logic would dictate that Kuzuryu was only standing so close in order to listen in on the call.

"You're at the Kuzuryu household, aren't you?"

Those decisive words brought Hinata's focus back on the conversation, though it didn't escape his notice how Kuzuryu stiffened at his side. "That's..." He floundered for a response. "This isn't really the time to talk about that."

Kirigiri hummed thoughtfully, and Hinata could easily visualize her tapping a gloved finger against her chin. "Yes, I suppose you're right. But be careful." There was a brief pause, and her next words had a softer tone. "I'll cover your shift, so don't worry about making it in to work tomorrow."

Hinata felt himself relax somewhat, grateful to be off that subject. "Thanks."

"Have you called the dormitory yet?"

Hinata groaned. "Not yet. Not looking forward to it, either."

He heard Kirigiri chuckle lightly on the other end of the line. "Don't tell me you're still holding a grudge?"

Hinata frowned; during the police exhibition tournament the year before, he had been matched against his dorm advisor. "You didn't hear what he said to me, Sempai."

"Indeed, I can't imagine that simply losing a friendly sparring match would be enough to prompt someone like you to punch him."

He groaned. "Sempai, can we not talk about this?"

Kirigiri chuckled again. "Fine. We'll leave it at that, then. I'll see you on Monday, Hinata-kun."

"Right," Hinata agreed. "Stay safe, Sempai."

There was a click in his earpiece followed by the dial tone, and Hinata hung up the phone, sighing.

"You actually punched the guy?"

Hinata groaned and turned to Kuzuryu; the yakuza was looking at him with cautious approval. "Yeah, and I got my ass handed to me as a result. The guy did boxing in high school."

Kuzuryu barked out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Man, you're a dumbass."

"Gee, thanks," Hinata answered dryly. "Now could you give me my cell phone again? I need—"

"Here." Kuzuryu brandished a small slip of paper with a series of numbers scrawled across it. "The contact named 'asshole dorm advisor,' right? Got the number for you."

"...Oh," Hinata said lamely, argument for the return of his cell phone dying on his lips. He wasn't sure how he felt about Kuzuryu seeing such an immature naming convention in his contacts. "Well, thanks."

Number in hand, Hinata called him up, and after stiffly briefing his dorm advisor on the situation, he hung up and turned to Kuzuryu. "Guess I'm done making calls now."

"Good." Kuzuryu powered down the cell phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. "Now I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Dinner should be about ready now."

"Thank god." After the stress of the two phone calls, Hinata was hungrier than ever. "Lead the way, Kuzuryu."

Dinner at the Kuzuryu household had been... well, Hinata wasn't sure how to describe it. It was loud and oppressive, with people coming and going as they pleased. It wasn't what he would imagine a large family dinner would be under normal circumstances, but it wasn't exactly like a dormitory dining hall, either. The table was awfully crowded, and Hinata found himself squeezed between an imposing gangster on one side and Kuzuryu on the other.

Both of them had him on edge, oddly enough.

He didn't manage to eat as much as he would have hoped, uncomfortable as he was in the unfamiliar circumstances, but when Kuzuryu suggested staying up for snacks and drinks afterward, Hinata gladly accepted. It was a relief to latch on to some form of normalcy in the situation.

There was still the ever-present presence of yakuza cronies passing through the rooms, engaging in their own late-night activities, but drinking with Kuzuryu was comfortable and familiar, and Hinata managed to mostly block out the rest to relax with his friend.

"So exactly how drunk are we looking to get tonight?" Kuzuryu said wryly, looking over their growing collection of empty cans. "This might very well rival the night we first met, at this rate."

"I'll have you know I was mostly sober that night," Hinata said, slowly swirling the drink in his half-empty beer can. "I don't think I managed to even finish my drink, seeing as someone decided to climb all over me."

"Fuck me, did I really?" Kuzuryu laughed bitterly. "I'll try not to do that again."

Hinata flushed a bit at the thought of a repeat performance. "Uh, speaking of that night," he said, pointedly directing his thoughts elsewhere, "I had some theories about you after that all happened. Wanna hear?"

"Why should I care about your dumbass theories?" Kuzuryu replied, feigning indifference. "But whatever. Shoot."

Hinata grinned. "My best guess was that you were a yakuza drowning his frustrations in booze after a failed deal."

"Hmm," Kuzuryu hummed thoughtfully as he took a sip of his beer, stalling before he could answer. "Yakuza, yes. Fuckin' obviously. The rest..." He trailed off, face falling a bit as he considered. "Can't confirm the rest."

Hinata wasn't sure what to make of that reaction, but he tried to keep his response light-hearted. "So that means I'm right."

Kuzuryu grinned cheekily, but there was a certain hollowness in it. "Drop it, Hinata. You can try asking about something else, but not that."

"Fine..." So that was a no-go after all. Hinata thought for a moment before continuing on a different subject. "So why don't you have your tattoos yet? I thought I heard that people from yakuza families usually get their first tattoo in their teens."

"That's your idea of a better question?" Kuzuryu scoffed and took a sip of his beer before continuing. "You've got some nerve asking about that. Didn't I say I have to prove myself first?"

"Yeah, but..." Hinata paused and traced the top of his beer can; he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol making him less restrained in conversation, but for some reason his curiosity was winning out over the feeling that he should just shut the fuck up. "Why should you even need to prove yourself? Aren't you a shoe-in as the heir?"

Kuzuryu was silent a moment, and when Hinata looked over at him, their gazes met. Hinata felt the breath catch in his throat, but then Kuzuryu looked away, staring at nothing in particular.

"Technically, I was supposed to get the dragon tattoo when I turned eighteen. But some shit came up and it's been put off."

"For seven years?!"

Kuzuryu didn't answer, only gazed back at Hinata with a blank look on his face.

Alcohol be damned, that was really not territory he should be treading on just yet. Quickly, he tried to think of another subject to change to. "Uh, by the way, your phone." Hinata swirled the beer in his beer can idly. "I'm not going to go prying into your business, you should know that by now. But why do you get so worked up about me so much as touching your phone?"

Life returned to Kuzuryu's face, and he scoffed. "It's not that I don't trust you not to go snooping around, 'cause I do." He paused as his face screwed up slightly, as if he was regretting what he had just admitted. "You're just a dumbass who has no sense of self-preservation."

"Self-preservation?"

"Fucking shit, just think about it." Kuzuryu placed the beer can on the table and pointed a finger at Hinata. "If I get caught and put in the slammer one day, and they inspect my phone, what the hell do you think it'll mean for you when they find your prints on there?"

Hinata felt a warmth growing in his chest as he considered those words—a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol. He placed his own can down on the table and leaned toward Kuzuryu. "You really care so much for my wellbeing, Kuzuryu? I'm flattered."

"Don't get full of yourself." Despite his words, Kuzuryu leaned closer as well, grinning slyly. "I just get really pissed off when people don't take care of themselves."

Hinata's head was spinning, and their faces were so close, and he was acutely aware of the adorable dusting of pink on Kuzuryu's cheeks. "Well," he breathed, fighting to form the words, "thanks for taking care of me."

God he wanted to kiss him.

Hinata's thoughts skidded to a sudden halt.

He blinked, moving back slowly, suddenly too aware of the odd expression Kuzuryu was looking at him with.

He wanted to what?

He wanted to kiss Kuzuryu?

"I—" Hinata looked away, and quickly, too quickly, pushed himself to his feet, trying not to wobble too much at the sudden movement. "I need to go... use the bathroom. Yeah."

Kuzuryu turned away and gave a short laugh, though Hinata couldn't make out his expression. "What, gotta blow chunks? You lightweight."

Hinata forced a laugh in return. "Yeah, I'll... be right back," he said before rushing out and fumbling to find the nearest bathroom.

It took him a moment to locate one, but once he did, he dashed inside and shut the door securely behind him. Leaning against the sink for support, he stared at himself in the mirror.

He was attracted to Kuzuryu.

It wasn't that revelation in itself that was so staggering. He wasn't a stranger to finding others attractive, man or woman... but that was exactly why he was so shocked that he hadn't realized it earlier. It was something he should have been aware of much earlier, but he wasn't, and in the meantime it had grown into something nearly unmanageable.

He groaned and lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the wall as he buried his head in his hands. How had that happened? He thought back over the past few weeks, trying to pinpoint when his feelings had changed, but he just couldn't figure it out. The only real change that had taken place was when Kuzuryu had transformed from a mystery to... not as much of a mystery.

Hinata stared at his hands blankly. That was the only change?

If that was the only real change that had occurred during their time together, wouldn't it stand to reason that an attraction to Kuzuryu had always been present?

From the very start?

The idea was staggering. Why hadn't Hinata realized sooner? He couldn't possibly be so out-of-touch with his own feelings, could he?

Or was it because Kuzuryu was the object of his attractions?

There were so many other factors surrounding Kuzuryu—his family, his business, his secrecy—that in a way, it made sense that Hinata would have been distracted by all of that while a physical attraction towards him grew in secret, unnoticed even by himself. There had been clues the entire time, looking back—his ever-intensifying consciousness of the other man with every fleeting touch, every shared look, but as the mysteries surrounding Kuzuryu had melted away, that had all simply become the norm in their interactions. Hinata hadn't even given them a second thought.

And now they had grown to such proportions that he couldn't ignore them.

Hinata sagged against the wall as he realized exactly what he had gotten himself into.

He hadn't been in a relationship since high school. He had never acted on any fleeting attraction he had felt towards anyone in years, preoccupied as he was with school, work, and family. He had never put himself into the position that he'd have to make a decision on whether to pursue something more.

But Kuzuryu wasn't just a passing acquaintance. He had forged a friendship with him—he had gone out of his way to do so—and now he had to figure out whether it would be appropriate to consider taking that relationship elsewhere. If he even wanted to take it elsewhere.

What did he want? Hinata had thought it was just friendship he was aiming for those past few weeks, but suddenly there was the possibility that he might actually be... falling in love with Kuzuryu. A yakuza heir.

Just the thought of that set his nerves on edge, his stomach churning. As a police officer, was such a thing even fathomable? He never could have imagined that and wasn't sure if he was ready to face the possibility.

He shook his head and climbed back to his feet, again relying on the sink for support. He was not in the right mind to think about that at the moment. He turned the tap and splashed cool water on his face. It helped to clear his head, but only a little bit.

Groaning, he turned the water off and left the bathroom. Whatever it was that he was feeling, he just wasn't in the mood to face Kuzuryu right away. He returned to the door to the living space and opened it just slightly, knocking to get Kuzuryu's attention. "Hey."

Kuzuryu turned his head in his direction, but Hinata stared resolutely at the door jamb, not meeting the blond's gaze. "What's up?"

"I think I'm actually gonna go to sleep now," he said, speaking more to the door than anything else. "Sorry, but I'm not feeling too great all of a sudden. I'll see you in the morning, then?"

"If you say so," Kuzuryu huffed. "Night, Hinata."

"Good night, Kuzuryu." Relieved to have that discussion out of the way, Hinata pushed away from the door and made his way back to his guest room.

With this new revelation, he had no idea how to face Kuzuryu. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to look him in the face in the morning. Could he even pretend to act normal around him now?

For the time being, getting some rest so he could approach the situation with a clear head seemed like the best course of action. So he eventually managed to find his way back to the room, and after peeking inside to make sure he hadn't accidentally tried entering the "young miss"'s room, he went inside and collapsed onto the futon.

With a feeling of dread, Hinata realized that 1) he could recognize the scent of Kuzuryu's laundry detergent, and 2) that was the very scent that would be surrounding him all night long.

Notes: I said in the starting notes that I haven't been able to write much, but actually ever since NaNoWriMo started I've been pretty productive. If you want to keep tabs on my progress, feel free to check my WFRainbows twitter!

PS I also started a side story collection called "On the Streets of Kibougaoka" if you're interested. Basically any random little stories I write about side characters (not Kuzuhina) will go over there! :)