Kenma, who was standing in the center of his dorm room and in front of his bed, gazed at the broken hair tie in his palm, sensing its spiritual futility. Well, there was nothing he could do about it any longer, so he dumped it, thrown amid the rubbish already filling the bin beneath his desk, with a sigh. He gave it one more regretful glance, remembering how valuable it had been in keeping his hair tied up in the little bun at his neck, and thanked it for its service.
Hinata clasped his hand in hers and pushed closer till their lips met. The sensation was unlike any other, fireworks erupting as the summer air rushed against you in a farmer's field. When they drew back, both boysâ eyes were wide open, their lips separating as they stared at each other. Hinata burst out laughing, squeezing Kenma into his chest. In Hinata's chest, the dual-toned kid chuckled, putting his arms around the boy who loved him. When he looked up at the orange-haired boy, he was kissed again.
