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"So noisy..." the male weakly whispered out, his words nothing more than a wisp against the bustling crowds enveloping the streets. Kozume found himself trapped in the middle of a fervent storm, discourteous people roughly shoving past him because they longed to enjoy the festivities while being too impatient to wait their rightful turn. He loathed crowds, his anxiety frayed tremendously when faced with these sort of situations, and typically he'd steer clear of these types of things - but, if it hadn't been for you gingerly clasping his hands whilst inquiring for him to join you during the Tanabata Festival, he wouldn't have of gone at all.

Speeding down the hill with his feet languidly lifted in front of him, because honestly who continues to pedal down a flipping hill, and that reverberating clicking noise from the rear derailleur hub made his eyebrows furrow in annoyance - the only downside to coasting was that ring on his old bike. The pair of petite arms belonging to you tightened a short fraction as the fear of falling off flourished vehemently in your thoughts. Riding a bike with your boyfriend in control was a lot different than operating it yourself. Tsukishima scoffed not-so-discreetly under his breath, a snort of particular irritation coming curtly afterwards. "Scar