(KAI) Okay. Just for fun.
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Cool Air
Hiro presses his head beneath Ando's chin, until the taller grunts softly and wraps his arms around the rounded shoulders huddled against his chest. They breathe together- in... out...- until Hiro's voice can be heard over the rain. He has turned back to Japanese for the moment.
It's no wonder. There's no one else to hear him in this desolate place, miles from the nearest town or way station.
"Ne... It's getting colder."
"Aa."
"Let's get the blankets from the trunk..."
"You brought blankets?"
It had begun to rain an hour ago, and Hiro sniffles, glaring at it. He prefers sunshine and cool breezes. Ando's gaze remains neutral, even as one thumb glides back and forth over a wrinkle in the younger's jacket.
This is not where he expected to be at this point in his life. Somewhere in middle-management, easing into a good job, just under the important people (Yo-guru-to, Hiro's childish voice reminds him). No. This is stranded in the mountains, trying to get to the west coast, where God-knows is waiting.
Hiro nods under his chin, and his hair tickles Ando's neck. "Their ocean is supposed to be cold. Very cold."
"Aa..."
"...Ando?" Hiro tightens his body against Ando's relaxed one, curling up like a small animal, seeking warmth. "Are you all right?"
"Tired," his breath comes out in a sigh that fogs Hiro's glasses, and when Hiro smiles, Ando can't help but follow.
"Get the blankets, Hiro-kun... We'll wait out the storm." He says it because it's obvious. Because Hiro- goofball, little Trekkie- wants to hear it.
"Okay!" And when Hiro scrambles away to pull down the back seat they were not occupying, to rifle through the trunk they had hidden in at least twice, he found that the closeness which Hiro had gradually began to demand was not so strange- not so out of his comfort zone.
Because as soon as the cool air hit, and the warmth was gone- he missed it.