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….

Sitting together, arms around each other, under the tree it was easy to get drowsy when Red got quiet. Blue hardly minded. The peaceful, warm afternoon and the smell of grass on the breeze was its own kind of lullabye, and they’d already worn each other out battling. Blue leaned on Red’s shoulder, shoving the…