For Whom the Wedding Bell Tolls“OMG, Gen-chan, look, look, look”

Hardly does Gentaro have time to question Hifumi before he shoves a phone into his face, a pair of unfamiliar figures dressed in black and white on the screen. Arm in arm, eyes only for each other, they descend the steps of the chapel in a cascade of blossoms and cheers — but even brighter than this idyllic image is Hifumi himself.

EosGentaro awakens to Ramuda's arms wrapped around his waist, the rumble of Dice's snoring, and gentle fingers running through his hair. Tempting is it to keep his eyes shut, to nestle into that strangely familiar warmth caressing him, but the pounding in his head refuses to relent. Try as he might to return to the land of dreams, sleep has forsaken him.