It takes Kise precisely sixty seconds to extract himself from Kuroko. "Sorry," he said, his face pink from shame. Mostly. Only a little from having held Kuroko so tightly against him, in a way, he had thought about doing a lot and liked how the other boy felt in his arms.

And those thoughts of cuddling with Kuroko often turned into thoughts of other activities with the other. That, thankfully, wasn't close to the forefront of his mind, so he could push those memories aside and step up to Kuroko and clap his hands twice before bowing to the shrine. He was still shivering and really, really wanted to get going.

"Let's go. I hate these sorts of things. Please take the lead?"