Kakashi's body felt detached from the kiss, like he and Yamato were a million miles away from the two shinobi sitting on the roof of a tea house together, and the only thing anchoring them together was the join of their lips. He felt the tremble in Yamato's hand and probably would have pulled away had it not been for the small reciprocation the other man offered in the form of the slightest press of lips returned to him.

The hand in Yamato's hair stayed resolute, keeping him close. It was then that the sudden explosion of fireworks pierced the dark sky, but Kakashi didn't and wouldn't pull away. If anything his kiss became more insistent, his mind swirling in an excited haze, unable to ignore how romantic this seemed... how perfect it was.