Rin vertrug Alkohol weitaus weniger, als er sich zugetraut hatte. Bei Haruka war es nicht anders - bloß, dass dieser betrunken verdammt anstrengend war, wie sich im Laufe des Abends herausstellte.
„Wir kommen zu spät...“, moserte der Lilahaarige und zog seinen besten Freund weiterhin hinter sich her. Dieser schien seine Schritte eher noch zu verlangsamen als zu beschleunigen und das nervte den Jüngeren offensichtlich.
He shut his eyes for a moment and imagined kissing Haru. His moist lips tasting like the Ocean. His breath on his face. The scent of a marine breeze surrounding them. Suddenly he got goose bumps and threw his eyes open, his face turning all red.
But in spite of his harsh words, what was striking about him were his glowing red eyes, which always looked incredibly sad as if he was on the edge of crying. To me, those eyes and the expression on his face held a fascinaion I couldn't describe.
Now that he was so close to kissing Haru the act itself suddenly proved to be much more difficult than he had imagined. Why did it cost him such an effort to place his lips over the other's? His palms were sweating more than during the whole match.
