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Even with all that gel spiking Samatoki’s hair, his bangs still fell toward Ichiro, silver locks framing his face. Ichiro’s breath caught in his throat. Those red, glowering eyes were glowing embers, yet they weren’t enough to make Ichiro flinch. For a moment, all he could find himself able to do was stare.
That moment didn’t last long for Samatoki. His left fist twisted in Ichiro’s collar as he wrenched him up off the pavement. His hot breath hit Ichiro’s skin in furious puffs. His breath still smelled like cigarettes: familiar, burnt gray. Their lips were half a breath away.
Ichiro found his eyes drifting down to those lips. Even as Samatoki pulled back his right fist to deliver what might be the last punch of the night—then lights out—Ichiro didn’t flinch. Instead, his right hand fisted the hair at the back of Samatoki’s head, and he closed the gap.