The prompt: "You look cold." I've had this OTP since before I even heard of shipping, never mind of OTPs. So happy to finally write something for them TT_TT A lil alternate version of the "post-swim" scene~ and yeah, had to go over 100 for them :3


They're sitting in companionable silence on the embankment, feet dangling in the water. Neither of them have dried from their wondrous dive.

Kida says, "You look cold."

"It's not that," says Milo, even though he shivers at the heat of Kida's hand on his shoulder.

"You are tired from the swim?" She smooths that hand over his forehead, suddenly too close. "We can rest here."

"N-No."

Now she's staring at his arm, trailing a finger along the goosebumps rising. "What is…?" Then she meets his eyes, light dawning in hers. "I am doing this to you."

Of all the times for her to be perceptive— "Well, actually, yeah, the w-water's a little cold, a-and I think we should maybe—"

Her other hand, landing on his chest, might as well be a shackle. He freezes, breathing wispy at the heat radiating from her palm and outward.

He wants to drown in that warmth.

"Kida," he whispers, rough-voiced. His hand finds hers, pressing it harder into his skin. "I... think..."

She smiles. "Stop thinking."

Then her mouth is on his, and he almost, almost moans.

His arms fly to her shoulders as hers latch around his back, and he's on fire and trembling at the same time.