Cold Hands...
Summary: Wolfram notices lots of small details that usually go missed. Such as the temperature of his fiance's hands. Short one-shot.
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Wolfram's favorite time of day had to be the afternoon. It was unbearably hot, like noon, wet and dewey like morning, or freezing cold, like night. It had the perfect balance of warmth and coolness. During the summer, it was particularly pleasant.
So, he had to wonder why Yuuri was repeatedly cupping his hands to his mouth, breathing onto them as if he were out in the middle of winter, in the middle of said season.
"Wimp. What are you doing?" he questioned, looking over at his fiance. Honestly. It was perfect weather out.
Yuuri gave him one of his trademark wimpy smiles. "My hands are cold, is all," he said, shrugging and returning to rubbing his palms together, breathing on them, then repeating the process all over again.
"Honestly," Wolfram sighed, walking to his fiance with a businesslike air. He took Yuuri's hands in his, willing the magic that flowed in his veins to warm the skin of his palms. Yuuri was right. His hands were freezing. Almost to a worrying point. "Huh. It's the middle of summer. Why are you so cold?"
Yuuri laughed nervously. "I don't really know. I've been like that for as long as I remember," he admitted. "Mom always says that cold hands are a sign of a warm heart, but I think my circulation's just out of whack."
Wolfram rubbed the lightly tanned skin under his palms before releasing them. They were now the temperature hands should be. "What kind of old wives' tale is that?" Wolfram asked.
Yuuri tilted his head, as if thoughtful. "Not sure. I don't think there's really any truth to it."
Wolfram glanced over at the double-black king, feeling a surge of both affection of annoyance towards him. No truth to it?
Yuuri was the most considerate, caring person he'd ever met. He cared about everything and anyone - something that, at even the best of times, infuriated the blonde. He loved Yuuri to death (and, unlike his beloved wimp, he wasn't afraid to say so) for too many reasons to count. But that, he was sure, had to be in the top three (along with "because we're engaged" and "because I said so"). How could the wimp even think that he didn't have a warm heart?
"Your mother might be right," Wolfram muttered.
"Hm?"
Wolfram leaned over, kissing Yuuri on the cheek. The black-haired teen light up immediately. "W-Wolfram...!"
Wolfram slipped his hand into Yuuri's. It was cold again - the same temperature as it had been before he'd warmed it. "At least, it's right in your case."