LAMP POST

Standing under the light of the lamppost, Mitsui waited impatiently.

Abruptly, a hand grabbed his arm.

Mitsui gasped, before whirling around to come face-to-face with Sendoh.

“Akira! What are you doing here?” he managed to ask, panicking slightly.

Sendoh’s eyes narrowed, “What’s wrong with you?”

Mitsui winced , the grip on his arm was getting too strong for comfort, “Akira, that hurts.”

Sendoh hurriedly released him.

But the suspicious look on his face did not fade.

The 2 tall guys, standing there on the streets, attracted the attention of every passerby.

Including a certain redhead.

“Hey, Micchy.” Sakuragi grinned as he approached the 2 of them.

Sendoh raised an eyebrow.

“Akira, what are you doing?” Sakuragi asked innocently.

Mitsui quickly intervened, “We have to leave or we’ll be late, Ja!”

He dragged a puzzled Sakuragi away.

Sendoh's face was dark, slamming a fist onto the hard, cold, metal surface of the lamppost, his eyes held a measure of burning fury.