Hayato stood up and casually draped his arm around Ryuutaro's shoulders. He remained silent though, just letting his hair blow in the wind as he thought about going home...

It had been so long... he had always worked so hard to blend in with Japanese culture (and failed miserably), now he could just... fall back on what he knew. He had Ryuutaro with him too. He glace over at him and couldn't help but smile. He couldn't help but think of earlier in the day, his beautiful body, and his face- no make up, his hail wet and out of his face. And now, his pale flawless face, wind blowing through his hair and clothes...

Hayato was just so lucky.

Hayato smiled to himself and pulled Ryuutaro just a little closer, a blush spreading across his cheeks.