“So, what’s your reason?”. 

Sorahiko fiddles with his fingers as his gaze shifts nervously from side to side. Miyamura finds it adorable. 

He wants to eat him.

“Can’t we move a bit further down…?”. Sorahiko mutters quietly, his stomach twisting into a knot of anxiety.

“We’re already so far away from the glasshouse that I can’t even see the lights of the party. How much farther do you want to go?”. Miyamura replies dryly. 

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