@mcwscollective | Continued from here.
Samatoki had been minding his own business, not really expecting any visitors. While his territory wasn't unpopular, few ever bothered to know where to look for him or where he would even be. On top of that, there was no expectation that a visitor would be someone that used to be a close friend.
Despite the confusion of why Ichiro had showed up, simply not allowing a word in before making the biscuit stick known, Samatoki set the cigarette that had been between his lips onto the side of the ash tray. One thing everyone knew about him was that Yakuza or not, he never turned down a competition. So, of course, who would he be to turn down a request from an once old so dear friend of his?
Once their lips met, Samatoki felt his body freeze. He hadn't actually expected Ichiro to go through with it fully, but he was ignoring the part of him that knew he had thought about this more than what was right. Doing something as stupid as he did back then when things fell apart, how did he have a right to think about their lips touching? For them to be vulnerable enough with each other to trust each other enough to share this? But here they were. And he was trying to will his heart rate to stay the same, to stay calm, not give away the bit of excitement building in his chest as he almost lost himself and deepened it.
"Eh?!" Samatoki gritted his teeth before reaching out and grabbing Ichiro's sleeve before he could fully leave. "Excuse me?! First off, I know you didn't come here to simply lecture me about my smoking. You shouldn't even be in this territory to begin with. So what is it? Huh? Why are you really here? Just wanted to see me and couldn't bring yourself to admit it?"
