Blue tugged at Red’s yukata. “Honestly, what are you doing that makes it keep coming down?”

Red just shrugged and smiled blithely, finishing the last of his dango skewer, and handing Blue the stick.

“Thanks.” Blue rolled his eyes, but did lick the last sauce off of it before tossing it in a nearby bin. “You know–”

Red tugged his hand, cutting off his sentence, and pointed up. Flustered, Blue almost missed it as the first of the fireworks sailed into the sky, exploding like a flower in the night air.

He shut up and put his arm around Red.