"I told you you shoulda worn sunscreen."
Ukai is standing over Takeda's shoulder, both of them considering the other's complexion with faint alarm and some awe. Takeda knows he's prone to burning but this is something altogether worse, the result of an outdoor practice session for the team and a lapse in his usually dutiful sunscreen habit.
"I didn't think I'd need it." He's really more impressed than in pain; the burn looks far worse than it feels, only offering a faint twinge when he presses his fingers to the skin though it is holding a scarlet color as if he's horribly embarrassed or far too drunk for his own safety. It's worse when he takes his glasses off; without the interruption of the frames it's clear that the burn extends across his cheeks and over his forehead while missing his eyes entirely, making him look a little like he's wearing an odd sort of goggle.
"Just because it's cooler outside doesn't mean the sun won't burn," Ukai points out. Fingers push at the back of Takeda's neck, ruffle the hair up over the collar of his jacket so he can consider the pale skin over the line of his shirt. "Least your clothes covered the rest of you, mostly."
"This is going to take days to heal," Takeda observes, still poking at the blur he can see of his crimson face in the mirror. "I'm going to look ridiculous."
There's a laugh from the shape he can see over his shoulder in the reflection, quick motion and the press of lips to his forehead. "You look cute." Ukai's fingers are gentle against his hair, pushing up over his scalp so Takeda lets his head fall forward and forgets to worry about the burn for the heavy satisfaction of the sensation instead. "Like you always do." His fingers press in harder, drag all the way across to the edge of Takeda's hairline before they stop just shy of the sunburnt skin.
"Go lie on the bed," Ukai orders, letting Takeda's hair go so he can push gently at his shoulder and ease him into a turn. "I'll help you."
"What are you going to do?" Takeda asks, fitting his glasses back on so he can peer more clearly at Ukai's face.
The blond grins. "It's a surprise," he declares. "Go and be patient."
Takeda goes. Ukai follows a moment later, reaching out to pull Takeda's glasses free before the other can see what the blond has in his hand. He gives up on guessing, blinks at the haze cast by myopia on the surroundings, and when Ukai reaches out to press cool fingers against the burn in his skin he gasps a startled breath before he recognizes the cool of aloe vera.
"Oh," he says, and smiles, and shuts his eyes and lets Ukai smooth the gel across his damaged skin. By the time the blond pulls his hand away the ache is nearly absent, the worst of the pain eased off by the comfort of the cool gel and the gentle stroke of the other's fingers.
"Maybe you'll get freckles," Ukai says as Takeda puts his glasses back on, carefully over the faint stickiness of the aloe on his skin, and sits up so he can blink at Ukai's grin.
"Oh no," Takeda half-laughs. "I'll look really ridiculous then."
Ukai's grin flashes brighter. He reaches out, catches his hand at the back of Takeda's head to pull him in closer. His lips are warm against the other's forehead, the touch more soothing than the gel itself.
"Cute," he declares, and Takeda laughs and looks up, reaches out to tug at the other's shoulder and bring him back in for a real kiss.
Under the friction of Ukai's lips, Takeda forgets about his sunburn entirely.
