Osamu reaches up and cups Hanamaki's cheek, deepening the kiss as the truck warms up around him, slowly defrosting the windows. He doesn't care who sees them. He's a grown man, and he's known to most of the vendors, they know he's gay.

He pulls back after a moment, only just, his lips but a centimeter away from Hanamaki's. "We keep kissing and we'll defeat the purpose of the defroster," he said