Notes – For the gx_100. Set during season one, after the Seven Stars have been defeated.

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"Do you think it ever snows here?"

"I've heard rumours," answered Ryo, as he returned from a dispenser down the hall carrying a bucket of ice, "But then I've not stayed over the winter break to find out."

"Well it could certainly do with snowing now," moaned Fubuki, taking a single cube from the bucket and balancing it on his forehead.

Duel Academia was based in a warm climate. It was hot all year, but particularly unbearable in the summer. Right now the school year was almost at its climax, the heat making it almost impossible for concentration on the final exams.

At least today was a Sunday, the one day of the week where there were no lessons at all, save for the optional casual tournaments that each dorm held.

Both Fubuki and Ryo had decided to miss this week's tournament out, instead resting in the cool shade of Fubuki's room.

"At least ice isn't hard to come by," reasoned Ryo, who had been half expecting for one of the more devious students to start charging for it. Thankfully Chronos seemed to be making sure no one took advantage of the current heat wave.

Watching the ice cube drop down his face in a trail of water, Fubuki muttered, "Not that it lasts very long."

"We'll make do with it while it's here then," said Ryo, opening the small fridge to get some juice to pour for them both, "It's usually not you complaining about the heat."

"Sometimes it just gets to you," Fubuki said, shrugging, "The beach is too crowded today, or else I'd have gone there to do some surfing."

"As long as you remember sun block," Ryo replied, placing the two glasses, which contained more ice than orange juice, down next to him.

Fubuki rolled his eyes. Between the two of them Ryo was more of the worrier.

"I'd rather be rubbing my body with something cold then something warm and sticky," protested Fubuki, causing Ryo to momentarily choke on his drink.

"Swallowed that the wrong way," Ryo lied badly.

Letting him off, Fubuki gazed at his own glass, wondering, "Do they make ice baths?"

"Someone said Juudai and his friends were going to give it a try," said Ryo, which was the closest he'd come to saying 'sensible people don't make ice baths'.

"We might have to head over there later then."

One thing Fubuki lacked that most other Blue students possessed was a fear of the Red dorm. It wasn't uncommon for him to be found sleeping on the rafters in what others sneered at as being the worst dorm in the academia. Personally he liked the run-down feel it had.

"In the meantime we'll make do with what we have here," said Ryo, looking over at the bucket.

Then they both stared at it. While they didn't have any idea what the actual temperature was they hadn't expected it to be hot enough to melt the ice that quickly. Already they were left with half a bucket of water with a few lonely cubes bobbing on the surface.

"Well, that was unhelpful," muttered Ryo, getting to his feet, "I'll go refill the bucket."

"No need to yet," Fubuki said, waving his hand dismissively, "It'd be a waste when others need it and we've already had a drink."

Nodding in agreement, Ryo turned to put the bucket down, but tripped over a loose bit of carpet and dropped it – spilling the water all over Fubuki.

"Sorry!" he said instantly, biting his lip.

However, Fubuki only laughed.

"I certainly won't be complaining about the heat now," he said, pushing the bucket off his now drenched shirt and shorts.

"It… sort of looks like you've wet yourself though," Ryo said awkwardly.

Glancing down at his shorts, Fubuki continued to laugh.

"I'd rather have a cool chill on a hot day than be dignified but too warm anyway."

And that was how Fubuki cooled down without bathing in ice on a warm summer's afternoon.