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It’s a day when they’ve finished the mission early that Fret gets the idea. They’ve snuck away from the rest of the team, which is already making Rindo nervous, because what if something happens, but Fret just squeezes his hand and laughs with excitement.
“Come on, it’s not like anyone can see us,” he says, leading Rindo to the Hachiko statue. “We’re basically invisible to everyone around us!”
That... is true, Rindo concedes, because Players in the UG can’t be seen in the RG, but he’s still a little uneasy. Although, Fret would probably argue that that’s exactly why the two of them should get away for a moment. Because he knows how anxious Rindo gets, and he knows that cuddles and kisses are always the best medicine.
And now, the more he thinks about it, the more appealing the idea sounds, so he decides to let Fret take him to a bench behind Hachiko and distract him with soft, meaningful kisses. It’s nice, and Rindo allows his eyes to flutter shut while he kisses back, and Fret brushes fingers along his neck and arms. He shivers for a moment, because Fret’s touch is warm against his skin, but he soon adjusts and reaches up to comb his hand through Fret’s two-toned hair.
This is... really nice. He needed this. He really needed this. Normally, Rindo would never agree to do this, because making out in public feels like a criminal offense, not to mention the fact that it’s embarrassing, and being the center of attention is terrifying. But Fret’s point about being invisible to the RG is strong, and his ability to persuade is stronger, so Rindo relents and surrenders himself to his partner’s touch.
They pull away for air, and Fret is grinning at him, eyes bright like the sun.
“Better?”
“Mm-hm,” Rindo nods, offering a shy smile back. “Thank you.”
Fret doesn’t say “you’re welcome”, but the kisses he presses into Rindo’s neck speak for themselves.
“Rindo! Are you okay?!”
Fret is already by his side by the time Rindo pushes himself off the ground. It stings, because his palms are raw from scraping the asphalt, but he manages.
“Hey, are you okay?” comes Fret’s voice again, and this time, Rindo nods despite probably having gravel stuck in his knees and elbows. He thinks about saying something stupid like “I am now that you’re here”, but he ends up just smiling softly up at Fret and saying,
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Thank god,” Fret whispers. “That Noise was a bitch.”
“Yeah,” Rindo chuckles. “But we beat it.”
And then, without thinking, he leans up to press their lips together, smiling when Fret kisses back with twice as much force. For a moment, it’s just them, eyes closed and lips locked and still breathless from the fight, but they’re laughing softly with relief, and it’s great. Because even though there are people around, they can’t see them, and that’s always been such a blessing for moments like this.
And then, mortifyingly, the spell breaks when Nagi shrieks at them from the other side of the Scramble.
“Oi, get a room, you two!”
They immediately pull apart as if they’ve been burned, although with how red their faces are, that isn’t too far off. Meanwhile, Minamimoto smirks, claps, and then whistles like this is some kind of performance, and Rindo sinks further into embarrassment.
The two of them should really try to remember that they’re not alone here.