Note: Playing around with the fact that Japanese for "snow" is "yuki". Keep that in mind.
Freezing breeze caught Towa off-guard when he stepped out from the Jupiter Records' door, carrying his bass-guitar on his back. The wind nearly tripped him over and he could only wrap his coat tighter around him. He hadn't expected the day to be so cold. The sky had been of a pale shade of grey for a few days now and it seemed like it was about to snow sometime soon. The breeze had only picked up during their recording session; it had been tolerably cool earlier in the evening.
"Wait, Towa."
The bassist turned around to let Yuki catch up. A sudden gust hit Towa's back, making him shiver and to wrap his coat so tight he feared it might rip.
"Freezing," Yuki commented, he, too, adjusting his own jacket. Towa could but nod, he was afraid that if he'd open his mouth his tongue might freeze.
The grey sky slowly faded to deep shades of blue to almost black, the bright lights of Tokyo shining like stars against the velvety backdrop. The people were few, most likely due to the weather, and those still outside hurried their steps as if trying to reach home before turning into ice-sculptures.
Towa crossed his arms and tried to keep the cold away in all ways possible. He cast a sideways glance at Yuki who looked rather warm to him. He could imagine using the other man as a source of warmth.
"I guess the winter's really coming," Yuki noted, watching their breaths coming in white clouds.
"Soon enough," Towa admitted and shivered. He made a mental note to take a thicker coat the next time he stepped out of his apartment. Gloves might be a good idea, too.
A small white star flew down from the sky. Soon followed by another. And then dozens of more. Towa raised his gaze upwards and smiled.
"Snow."
Yuki turned to him, questioning look on his face and only received a soft laughter as a response.
"Not Yuki, snow," Towa explained and pointed towards the sky. The guitarist, too, turned his eyes to the pointed direction and smiled.
"I told you it was coming."
As Yuki was just standing there, surrounded by soft snowfall, Towa seriously felt the need to feel the other's warmth. The man was holding his guitar in one hand and had his other hand dangling freely on his side.
"Cold," Towa clarified softly as he slid his hand into Yuki's. The man said nothing, only gripped the blonde's fingers tightly into his palm.
"You should dress better," Yuki advised and Towa gave him an amused look.
"Are you criticizing my sense of style?"
The guitarist laughed. "No," he said, shaking his head. He then slid his hand free from Towa's and wrapped it around the blonde's shoulders instead. "Just worried about you freezing yourself," he enlightened.
The bassist's arms came to slide around Yuki and he leaned his head against his chest. Warm. Nice.
The snow kept falling down, softly, quietly. It slowed down the hurried steps and gave the city a soundless atmosphere. It was as if time had slowed down.
"Snow on your cheek," Yuki announced and brought his fingers to brush said snow aside.
"I can imagine," the blonde said and held Yuki's hand still on his face. Kiss me?
Their lips met for a brief, soft kiss; much like the falling snow; before they could tell, it had already melted away.
"Snow on my lips?" Towa suggested and laughed.
"If you wish," Yuki said, smiling, and brought him another snowflake of a kiss.
- Fin