About soup and white hair
The room was filled with a nice smell of the night's dinner – the "ingredients we have" soup. Nezumi was on his feet, preparing and mixing some herbs into the pan.
He heard the bathroom door opening and soon Sion appeared in front of him, towel still in hands.
"This looks good" the other boy said, an expression of contentment in his features.
"Yeah, it's the bat wing"
"I thought it was the frog legs"
After continuing with the old joke they shared, Sion started drying his hair. Nezumi's eyes followed the movement and he noticed how the white hair looked like wet. But just staring at it wasn't enough – he needed to feel its texture, confirm if it was the same as when the white strands were normal.
The taller boy reached Sion's head and caressed the other's hair like he used to. Sion just smiled while gazing at the pan.
"The smell is delicious"
"Yeah" but Nezumi wasn't talking about soup. The scent coming from the white-haired boy was very appealing. Smelt of soap and his skin seemed so soft and…
"What?"
Nezumi blinked a couple times. Great, now he was the one spacing out.
His hand was retreated within a second after this. And now he needed to make up for his train of thought. "Your mama must be a terrible cook for you to love my food this much"
"My mom is an excellent baker, but she is horrible cooking normal food" Sion held the towel tighter as he stared at the wall, probably remembering his past in No 6.
"You're spacing out again"
"Oh" A smile spread through the other boy's face. "And what can I do if you cook greatly?"
Sion then put the towel aside – on a place where it would dry – and went to pick plates and spoons for both of them.
A sigh left Nezumi's lips while his fingers played with the ladle. Little by little, brick by brick, Sion was destroying his fortress. He needed to keep his distance from everyone, not to attach himself to some reckless idiot. Hell, he was even spacing out now! That kid was still going to be the death of him.
But the glint of joy in those naive eyes while eating the damn soup made his heart melt a bit. And, even with all the risks and danger that falling in love with a useless airhead would bring, Nezumi couldn't avoid when the sides of his mouth lifted into a small smile.
AN: This might be silly, but I liked it – and Colbie Caillat helped me writing this not-so-depressing SionNezumi fanfic.