The evening sun cast a golden glow over the rooftop, stretching their shadows long across the concrete. The air was thick with the lingering warmth of the day, carrying the faint scent of sweat and metal from their earlier practice.
Dino wasn't thinking when he reached out. His fingers moved on their own, brushing against Hibari's cheek, tracing the sharp lines of his face with a gentleness he didn't know he possessed.
Hibari didn't flinch. He didn't swat Dino's hand away or glare at him in annoyance. He simply remained still, letting the touch linger.
The silence between them stretched, heavy yet weightless, the world around them shrinking to this single moment.
Then, reality set in.
Dino's breath hitched as he realized what he was doing. His hand hesitated, fingers pulling back slightly. And just like that, Hibari moved.
Without a word, without a glance, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading down the stairwell.
Dino remained standing there, the warmth of Hibari's skin still ghosting his fingertips, the evening wind whispering in his ear.