Summer
"Aren't you hot in that?"
"Meh."
A pair of silver eyes move over the body covered head to toe in the blanket of black that is his jacket. For a moment, he wonders if Kanda can even feel—because certainly, he has to be boiling under it. He himself is down to his undershirt with the arms rolled up. Even then, he has his collar pulled and he honestly feels like he's going to die because of the sweltering heat. There is no breeze and the humidity is very high…Kanda has to be dying under there. But even as the thought passes his mind, he sees that Kanda's expression is just as casual as ever. There's no break in him. Nothing to determine whether or not this was just his way of hiding that he was probably ready to be put out on a table for how well he was cooked under the long sleeved jacket.
"Augh, just looking at you is making me hotter, Kanda," he groans, fanning himself helplessly against the mugginess. All he is doing is waving hot air in his face and damn it…it isn't helping. Normally, temperature doesn't affect him like this…but his last mission had taken them to a place covered in snow. After spending a month in a winter wonderland, this is just like being tossed into an oven.
"Is that so, beansprout?"
Allen turns sharply. His partner's tone of voice sets his thoughts into another direction—slamming right into the confusion center of his brain. Did he just mishear the way Kanda's voice seemed almost amused? He has to be mistaking it. He can't understand why his statement would drag any remark or teasing from the man who had been nothing but straight faced this whole time. But sure enough, the look on Kanda's face cements what he heard. There's a pull of muscle at the corner of Kanda's mouth, dragging it into something of a smirk and Allen gapes for a second before he realizes what exactly had caused this seemingly sudden mood.
"…I…I didn't mean it like that." He stutters and turns his head, brushing the line of sweat from over his brow.
"Is this why you've been progressively stripping your clothes off since we were partnered?" Kanda's angular face is cast with shadows from the scorching sun and it only serves to pronounce the cruel grin that etches his features. There's a sadist in Kanda that most people don't know about, but Allen has seen wisps of him in the past—lying dormant until Allen would put his foot in his mouth and give him material to haggle him about.
Allen's bleached hair moves with the shake of his head. "N…No. Kanda, stop that," he mutters and rubs the back of his hand across his forehead. He starts to wonder if he's transparent in his discomfort. At the same time, he realizes how easy it is for Kanda to rile him up and that upsets him more. Somewhere in his mind, the thought of Kanda peeling out of that jacket does settle a different kind of heat. He grouses and starts to simply walk away before his face lights up red. "I merely meant that you must be baked Kanda casserole under it." He snaps and tries to save a little face…
"Does this mean you want to eat me?"
But…he's already done for.
"BAKANDA!"
A/N: No, I am not starting up something new to distract me from everything else. Don't KILL ME. I'm reacquainting myself with the flow of writing. I admittedly wrote so much in the beginning, that I wrote myself tired. And now I'm building up the itch to do more. For now, this will include some of my warm up writings. Thank you to everyone who reads my shit faithfully. I read your reviews like candy and it makes me feel like I suck a little less~!