Scarf
It's the first frost of the year, the first cold snap that freezes flowers and kills plants and makes Yuuko gulp down spiced cider by the pint.
It's the first frost of the year, when spirits wrap up warmly and Watanuki hurries home because Yukionna is not a good way to die.
It's the first frost of the year, and Watanuki is bloody freezing.
Doumeki's all right, of course, smug bastard, just has a scarf wrapped around his neck and he's okay, not like delicate Watanuki who's run himself ragged slaving after Yuuko and making lunch for that lazy idiot into the bargain.
Watanuki shivering all over the place even with his jacket and gloves, and finally Doumeki just gets tired of him complaining and take off his own scarf to wrap it around Watanuki's neck.
You're going to get sick, he tells the other boy, pulling him maybe a little closer than needed to tuck the scarf in. I can't have you coughing your germs into my lunch.
Watanuki's so badly affected by the cold that he doesn't even snap back, just looks at Doumeki with half-lidded eyes that make the archer frown and begin to drag him towards Yuuko's heated shop.
Watanuki lags- stumbles against Doumeki, head tilting onto his shoulder and arms curling around his waist unconsciously. Doumeki bites back a curse and pulls Watanuki closer to him by the waist –to make it easier to move him, he tells himself, ignoring the brush of warm breath over his neck.
He goes as far as the door and thrusts Watanuki into Maru and Moru's waiting hands.
Walking back to his hime with no scarf on, Doumeki still feels almost unbearably warm, the imprint of Watanuki's body burning against his.
Warming up in Yuuko's shop, Watanuki breathes in the scarf's smell of old places and young man, and tells himself he's just still too cold to take off Doumeki's scarf.
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