This is probably really OOC. Sorry. I just wanted to make something fluffy. I really do hope you enjoy it.
Houtarou has never liked bus rides.
He doesn't like the constant movement or the bumps that make his body lurch with movement. Bile rises up in his throat and his stomach flips around uneasily. His face turns awfully pale, all the color drained from it.
Chitanda notices it first, asking if he feels sick in that sweet polite way of hers. Mutely he just shakes his head looking right out the bus windows at the scenery flying by. It does nothing to help the queasy feeling in his gut.
After some time Houtarou tries to read the novel he picked up at the library, but he can't get into it with the constant shaking of the bus. The letters on the page wobble and shake and he can't focus at all.
So he settles with resting his head back against the uncomfortable bus seat and his eyes fall shut. His hands lay at his sides limply, he feels almost dead. In another attempt to make the ride go quicker he tries to sleep, but he quickly finds out that that's not going to happen.
Houtarou jolts a little when a soft hand falls onto his own and his eyes snap open immediately. He doesn't pull his hand away because in no means is it hurting him, but rather comforting him. The hand on top of his is twitching and sweaty and makes no move to actually grab and hold his own. Houtarou can't help but think its unbearably sweet as a soft smile worms onto his face.
Looking over at Satoshi, the teen is obviously trying to keep his cool and miserably failing. His face is flushed with color and his other hand nervously plays with the fringe on his scarf, his eyes glued to the window. Houtarou almost laughs, because really Satoshi is such a ditz.
Houtarou smoothly slides his fingers between Satoshi's, locking their hands together. He watches as the brunette turns a shade darker of pink and clutches his scarf tightly, his lips curving into a deliriously happy smile.
The rest of the bus ride Houtarou doesn't feel so sick anymore.