FUCK-SWAG

Ilusion’s loud laugh echoing on the blank walls was slowly starting to irritate him, but Okatani knew asking him to tone it down would just make it worse, and Sasaki just didn’t seem to care. He was too focused on telling his own stories and any reaction he was getting back from Ilusion seemed to do fine enough to make him keep going, so Sasaki clearly wasn’t going to tell him to stop.

Okatani sighed quietly, brushing some of his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear as he glanced down another hallway they passed by. It all looked the same to him at this point, almost making him wonder if there was something more in play here than just them not paying enough attention to where they were going. He was a wolf in the company of a devil, a demon, and an alien after all, so something supernatural couldn’t be just outright ruled out here, obviously.

“Hideki.”

Okatani’s eyes widened a little at what sounded like a whisper of his name, quickly glancing around in the empty hallway. No other person in sight, just the four of them. No other sounds than Sasaki and Ilusion’s conversation that he could only register little bits of here and there.

He shook his head slowly, brushing a hand over his face. He was really losing it, they better get out of here soon or --

Before Okatani could finish that thought, someone grabbed his wrist and carefully but firmly pulled him to a stop. For a brief moment he panicked, watching his teammates continue walking without him, not even noticing that he had fallen behind, getting dragged almost against his will into the other hallway they had just passed by.

Only as the scenery slightly changed around him, as the other hallway wasn’t just pale white walls around him anymore, he calmed down a little, able to recognize the face of the other man who gently pushed his back against the wall.

“…Shunma?”

He didn’t respond immediately, just peeked around the corner to see if Damnation had noticed one of their own missing. Apparently not, as he leaned back to be face to face with Okatani.

“Shh. We are not supposed to be seen together.”

Well. Obviously Okatani knew that. Their friendship was like an open secret in both factions' locker rooms, but they really were never meant to acknowledge it. Only if they were facing each other in the ring, and even then Sasaki made it very clear that Shunma was the enemy, not a friend, no matter how the situation was twisted behind the scenes.

“Then what are you doing?”

Shunma hummed at him a little, brushing a coil of hair behind Okatani’s ear. His eyes narrowed a little at the gesture, but the soft pink blush on his cheeks couldn’t be denied, making a small smile blossom on Shunma’s lips.

“I miss you. That’s all.”

Okatani tried to reply back to him, but Shunma just tiptoed up to his level, pressing a very quick but firm kiss on his lips, silencing any objections Okatani might have had. His hands still cupping Okatani’s face as Shunma pulled away, the soft blush on his cheeks now matching the one on Okatani’s.

“I gotta run before they suspect something. Tell your guys to take a right turn soon, their pacing is driving everyone nuts over here.”

Okatani merely nodded, Shunma leaning in for another teasing little kiss before he bounced back down on his feet. One hand dropped from Okatani’s face, the other softly and carefully, but clearly rushed tracing down his jaw and neck and running down his arm before Shunma was already gone down the hallway almost as fast as he had appeared.

Trying to gather his thoughts together, Okatani scrambled out of the hallway as Ilusion’s yells of his name finally reached his ears, almost bumping into the group that had finally noticed he was gone for a moment and decided to walk their steps back. Nobody asked anything, but the slightly dazed demeanor and the cheeks dusted with soft blush told everyone all the things that weren’t said. Okatani just tried to push past it, motioning down the hallway he had just come from before quietly clearing his throat.