By the time Sakuragi Hanamichi reached Mito Yohei’s house, it was already pitch dark.
Panting heavily and drenched in sweat, his light T-shirt and shorts stood out starkly against the early winter streets.
For as long as Sakuragi and Yohei had known each other, this was the first time he had come to Yohei’s doorstep and hesitated to charge right in, pacing back and forth outside the courtyard wall instead.
Chapter 21