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It was a hot day. They were drinking bubble tea in a quiet park, talking and laughing. They talked about playing against each other. They talked about dogs. They talked about onigiris. They talked about jokes. They also talked about love. They blushed and stumbled over their own words. They kissed under a bright, blue sky. Komori tasted like ice tea and salt. Osamu’s hand lost itself into their hair, sticky from the heat. Suna tasted like vanilla and salt. Their hand brushed against his knee.