The challenge was seasons.

It is always spring in Meifu, and Hisoka sometimes thinks that he will choke on the pervasive scent of sakura. He sleeps long enough to dream of Muraki shoving sakura branches down his throat, up his ass, and arrives at the office with bloodshot eyes.

Tsuzuki takes one look at him and insists they go to Chijou for pastries.

It is autumn in Fukuoka. Tsuzuki munches a Danish and Hisoka inhales air that smells like rain, sips green tea until it is all he can taste. Their eyes meet in their reflection in the cafe window.

He pays for breakfast.

~END~