Matsukin!
“Matsukawa-san?” Kindaichi squeaks when he spies a familiar silhouette at the end of the runway as he exits the Orange Court.
Matsukawa waggles his eyebrows. “C’mere. And stop being taller than me.”
Kindaichi flings himself into Matsukawa’s embrace and clenches his fingers tightly into the fabric of his hoodie. “We did it. We really did it.”
Carding his fingers through hair no longer gelled within an inch of its life, Matsukawa pecks a kiss onto Kindaichi’s cheek. “Hell yeah, you did. The rest of the guys are here, too. We all made the trip to see you guys kick ass at Nationals.”
“I —” Kindaichi frames Matsukawa’s face in his hands and yanks them together for a kiss he hasn’t had the chance to indulge in for weeks. Not with both their school schedules kicking their asses.
A catcall echoes down the corridor, and they both spy Hanamaki grinning while making lewd gestures, but Kindaichi can’t be mad. Not when the guy he’s had a crush on since he was fifteen and dated since he was seventeen is there with him on what is arguably the best day of his life.