"They went home wet, exhaused, sore, and in slight shock to their apartment complex.
Before they separated, Takano got a hold of Ritsu's shoulder. He slammed a piece of folded paper into the brunette's hand and promptly went away.
The crumpled up paper had writing on it.
Takano Masamune, it read.
Let me count the ways I feel
Dear Lord. It was the previously mentioned love letter.
There was writing on it that was in a different font.
Why don't you just tell me yourself?, the strange note said.
It looked like Takano's writing.
No.
It was Takano's writing.
Dumbfounded on what to do, Onodera stood In the hallway silent, on the edge of crying, and cold.
He gulped as his pulse fastened; expanded.
A silverquick sweat accumulated itself on him.
His cheeks flushed a rose pigment again.
Ritsu's pupils dilated.
Taking slow steps, Ritsu silently made his way to the door.
The door that could open and solve everything.
Tears pouring down from the sky hit the building again.
Those tears made it grey outside.
A door bell rang.
The door opened.
Two men were seen hugging, the shorter one slightly crying like the rain, but there was pink in his expression.
The door shut swiftly.
It was then locked.
From the outside of the building, faintly, just faintly, two figures could be made out from a window in a high level asleep in eachothers arms behind a raspberry colored curtain.
And behing the weeping clouds, a warm sun set itself up to shine warmth as soon as the sky below it cleared up.
It was a bautiful afternoon.