(KAI) One more.
Sequel to Cool Air.

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Cool Air 3: During

He was not sure how they came to be where they were, but he was certain it had to do with Hiro's insistence that this Nissan be this Versa be this color. Of course, that said nothing about the remarkable leg room, spacious cab, and remarkably wide, comfortable back seat.

Remarkably comfortable. Ando watched with declined interest as snow fell on every side of them, and distantly wondered how difficult it would be to get out in the morning, even with the sun burning up the fog and ice. If the sun burnt up the fog and ice, if the snow stopped at all.

He sighed and was not surprised when Hiro touched his arm, rather shyly. "Are you all right?" he asked in a decent spurt of English.

"Yes, just tired."

He was unsure of what else to say. Hiro's infrequent little bursts of affection were beginning to throw him off balance. Since the time at which the younger's smiles brought butterflies to life in his stomach, and touches put shivers on his skin, Ando could hardly look at Hiro without flushing.

He was the only human being who had ever managed it- no one else got under his skin in the same way. Even nagging him, Ando couldn't be displeased with being so close to Hiro these days.

And this trip over a mountain range he would fail to name in the future, this trip had been especially... A smile, a touch, and his sudden, unassuming crawl right into Ando's lap, where they had sat together, wedged in the front, but warm.

He was still trying to figure it out.

Hiro was a bit of a weirdo, as it happened. Ando snuck a glance in Hiro's direction, where the younger was shivering and rather red in the face. "What's the matter?"

Again in English, "N-Nothing, Ando-kun."

"Nothing?" a raised eyebrow is really all it seems to take.

And Ando is reluctantly pleased to know how easily Hiro bends to him. "Ano... I was thinking."

"Aa?"

"O-Only... How nice you were to let me um, um..." Hiro blanched, entirely embarrassed. He had never, ever felt this drawn to another person in his entire life, Patrick Stewart notwithstanding. It was unfortunate that between twenty years of manga and his father's nonchalant involvement in his being raised had provided so very, very little for him to work with, as far as relationships went.

What could he say? I want to be close to you? I'm terrified you don't want me?

No, he could only try to show these things by being a hopeless child about it. And he had begun wondering... what if he made Ando mad? What then? Ando was the only one who listened to him for any length of time, or paid him any mind... who didn't shove him away or wave him off...

"Hiro," Ando said softly, letting his hand rest on the other's knee, although over the blanket Hiro held tightly around himself.

"I'm sorry," he responded, so softly the snow seemed leaden.

Ando sighed defeatedly, "What for?"

"I feel like I've been bugging you, lately. And then I was really inappropriate, getting into your personal space like that. Ando-kun-" Hiro's voice hit a high pitch and he bit his tongue, terrified of going further, lest he actually begin to cry.

"I don't mind," Ando smiled, squeezing Hiro's knee gently, genuinely.

And then, throwing his arms around Ando's shoulders, Hiro did cry.