Saruhiko moved his tongue across its surface. He was excited. He wanted this. But he would never ever tell anyone. After all, who would expect that Fushimi Saruhiko would enjoy something like this?

He used his teeth to lightly cut into it, just enough to get some of the flavor inside his mouth. He savored it, taking pleasure in this hidden activity.

This hidden activity which is eating ice cream.

Nobody can know that he likes doing something like this. He said that it was childish and that only immature people would enjoy eating ice cream, or sweets in general.

He lied.

Because ice cream is goddamn tasty, and it seems that the flavor changes for the better each lick he gives. Like, it was extremely different, in a good way, of course, and that he would never ever get tired of having some.

Be it on a cone. Be it in a tub. It's still fucking delicious ice cream.

This very cold and sweet food made from frozen cream which is flavored vanilla is just perfect. Perfect for a hot day during the summer. Having even just a small amount will make you forget how hot your surroundings are… and you will goddamn forget that you are actually hiding from someone.

"Fushimi-kun? It is a pleasant surprise to see you here." He heard a familiar voice, a very familiar voice, and his mind suddenly came up of ways on how to escape this situation. But it's too late.

He turned around, facing Munakata Reisi who is holding a cone of his too. It's too late. He got caught. He got caught while doing his guilty pleasure.

"I-It's not what you think!" He immediately exclaimed, moving as far as he can. He's sure that his cheeks are flushed, and damn that fact. "It's not what you think, okay? It's not what you think!"

Munakata chuckled as some of his own ice cream which is strawberry-flavored dripped on his fingers. He wiped his fingers with his handkerchief and quickly licked his ice cream before more drips. And boy, Saruhiko thought that those drops are wasted and that if he experienced that, he would just lick his fingers. Ice cream is ice cream, no matter how few the amount. And ice cream is fucking precious.

"There is nothing really wrong with liking ice cream, you know, Fushimi-kun."

"You don't understand!" He exclaimed as he continued moving away, but he realized that if he moved away further, he would fall off from the bench. "None of you understands."

He can feel some of his own ice cream dripping on his fingers, and then to the floor. And he felt like a filthy sinner. He wasted ice cream! How will he ever forgive himself?

"Fushimi-kun, your ice cream is melting. Such a waste, do you not agree?" Munakata said as he scooted closer, touching Saruhiko's hand.

"You're not exactly one to talk- what… what… Hey!" He tried to move away his hand as Munakata licked on the vanilla droplets, but the older man held on it firmly. "W-What are you doing… we're in public… Hey!"

He realized that despite being in public, no one actually cares. Everyone is busy eating their own ice creams. Just proves how powerful ice creams are, Saruhiko thought.

Munakata delivered his last licks and kissed Saruhiko's hand as a finishing touch. He smirked as he saw the very noticeable flush on Saruhiko's face.

And just like that, despite the two of them eating very cold ice cream, Saruhiko suddenly felt that it was hot.