He stopped and stared at the man standing in his favorite spot. The man noticed his presence, turned, gasped, and stared back.
He licked his lips and wondered how the man found this place again. It was challenging to get here. Not to mention, this man was from the South. The villagers were suspicious of them. He wanted to ask all sorts of questions but figured out the best thing to say was nothing. The man stared at him, probably wishing he'd say something, probably wishing he'd leave.
Fuck him, he thought and walked towards the other end of the gazebo. This wasn't his favorite spot, but the cold air was the same. The stars and lake were, too. However, the moon's and lake's position was different. It irritated him, but he wondered if it was his view being different or being unable to talk to Kazuki. He sighed and blushed the moment he realized he was breathing too loudly.