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The cabin sways faintly as the ferris wheel turns, and Bunta feels as if he's floating when they stop at the very top. Pressed to the window beside him is Akaya, and the lights from outside shine on his face, his bright green eyes wide and full of joy as he watches the cityscape under them with childlike awe.
“Senpai, look," he whispers excitedly.
Bunta’s gaze shifts from Akaya to what he’s looking at outside. His eyes widen, and he leans closer to the window, extending a hand to touch the glass as if he could reach the outside and feel the biting cold.
“First snow of the year,” Bunta breathes out.
Outside, tiny flecks of gentle white dance with the breeze, sticking to the sides of the cabin's window before melting delicately into droplets of water. Grinning, he returns to sitting up straight, and Akaya’s gloved hand finds his own.
"We caught it at the perfect time," Bunta murmurs, setting their intertwined hands down on his lap.
Akaya moves like he's about to say something, before he sneezes. "Ah, excuse me."
Bunta laughs, “Cold?”
"Yes," Akaya moves closer, and Bunta wraps his arm around him, gently squeezing. He receives a grateful, dimpled smile in return.
"Better?"
"Mhm, you're so warm," he shifts forward to burrow into the crook of Bunta's neck, sighing contentedly.
"It's going to get colder from now on. Don't catch a cold, okay?" Bunta tilts his head to nuzzle his cheek against Akaya's hair.
Akaya looks up, nodding fervently. "I won't, and don't either, senpai."
The cabin jerks gently as the ferris wheel turns once more, beginning their descent. Akaya's expression shifts. He gives Bunta a loving smile, and he lets go of his hand in favor of wrapping it around his waist, looking at him expectantly.
That one gesture from Akaya is enough to get him to understand. Automatically, he leans in and lets his eyes flutter shut, and Bunta feels a big, calloused hand cup his cheek and pull him towards him as they kiss. It lasts only a few seconds, but it is tender and sweet and perfect. Akaya smiles at him when they part, pressing their foreheads together and feeling each other's breath on their lips, and somehow, Bunta thinks that the stars outside have never seemed brighter. The city has never felt more like home, and he has never felt this warm.
He is happy with just this.