Standard disclaimers apply here.

idek. I got this book about writer's block and stuff, and one of the prompts that it had in it was "a borrowed sweater." This is what came from it. It's, uh, suggestive, sort of. You can take it how you will (it could be more than one thing...in my mind).


blowing hot and cold

It was a cold night. Kanda and Marie had returned from a mission to find that the heater in the Order was malfunctioning; in some places it was incredibly hot, and in others freezing, exactly like the air outside.

Kanda found that his room was one of the cold ones. He didn't care, though; he'd slept in worse conditions. But for some reason that night he couldn't in his normal pajamas. So he dug around in his drawers for that stupid sweater Tiedoll had given to him for his birthday.

He couldn't find it anywhere. He had few clothes other than his uniform, but the sweater just wouldn't turn up. It didn't matter, though. Suddenly a blast of heat raised the temperature in his room and he shed rather than donned.

He couldn't sleep in the heat either, and he cursed Komui for messing with the heater; it was working fine before, why did he have to repair it?

Kanda was actually dozing when a knock roused him. He turned over, ignoring it, but it persisted. He didn't answer it, but, rather than walking away, the knocker opened the door.

He rolled again and found Lenalee standing in the door. She looked tired and cross, and she was wearing his sweater.

"Why didn't you answer the door?" she asked huffily.

"Trying to sleep," he said shortly, sitting up and wiping his brow. It was still so hot. Lenalee didn't respond; she took off the sweater as he pulled his sweat-dampened hair away from his skin and tied it up. He stared as she dropped the pants she had on under her short nightgown. "What are you doing?" he snapped.

She was left in her normal night clothes. "It's so hot in here," she responded, stating the obvious and not answering his question. She walked toward him. "I don't know how you're dealing with it."

She was gazing down at him oddly and toying with the hem of her nightgown. He didn't respond.

"Kanda –" Lenalee started, but never finished; a blast of cold air made her shiver almost violently. Immediately she got on the bed beside him, not acknowledging the sweat that was rapidly cooling on his skin. "Move over."

He made an irritated noise but did so. He knew telling her to put her clothes back on (his sweater, but still) and go back to her room would do no good, so he didn't. He did, however, stiffen when she said, "I'm cold...but I know a way to warm up fast."

He didn't trust the look on her face; especially so when she reached down and started toying with the bottom of her nightgown again.