I don't know how many of you follow me on tumblr, but I do occasionally throw up a drabble or one-shot on my blog, always inspired by prompts though.
I haven't posted ay of these to this website cos... well, honestly the only thing I want to upload right now is an update in my multi chapter stuff (pls dont kill me).
But for those of you who don't follow me on tumblr, I'll begin uploading my drabbles here... and I have quite a few to show you, so I'll upload one a day until I have anything new to write. I hope you like them and I hope it sates your need for some good 'ol Kazahaya/Rikuo lovin' ;)
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Kazahaya sneezed, groaned, and wiped his nose with a pathetic sniffle. Rikuo smirked next to him, just as cold as his roommate but not letting it show.
They were sitting on a bench, freezing their asses off while waiting for a bus back to the Green Drugstore, another mission completed.
Kazahaya hunched over himself, legs pinned together and arms crushed against his sides, rubbing his bare hands together for warmth.
The weather was comfortable when the boys left, cool, but not unbearable. Only once Kazahaya and Rikuo realized their mission was taking much longer than anticipated, and night had fallen, did the cold wind begin to stir, making both teens shiver violently. Rikuo wore a denim jacket over a long sleeve shirt, and that was it. Kazahaya wore a long coat and a scarf, seemingly more dressed to defend against the sudden chill, but apparently not.
Rikuo looked over at his co-worker again when Kazahaya moved to stroke his red nose. He noticed his fingers were pale and dry, even as the dirty blond began breathing against them, hot air puffing around the digits.
Without saying a word, Rikuo scooted closer, so his side was pressed against Kazahaya's, and took those delicate fingers in his own, surrounding Kazahaya's hands in his.
"What are you doing?" Kazahaya's cheeks were red, but Rikuo knew it was just from the cold. Kazahaya never blushed.
"Warming you up," he pulled their encased hands up to his lips and began breathing over them as Kazahaya had, stroking his thumb over thin knuckles. "Seriously, how can you be so cold?"
Kazahaya's eyes narrowed. "Because it's fucking freezing out here, obviously. Let go of my hands!" His voice would have been more shrill, no doubt, if the cold air wasn't prickling his throat.
"And let you catch pneumonia? Not a chance. This is warming me up too..." It was. Rikuo wondered why Kazahaya had to be such a prick when it came to physical contact. The left side of his body was significantly less chilled as were his hands. He knew Kazahaya could tell the difference in temperature now, too. The empath sighed, turning his head away from Rikuo's to watch the street again.
Rikuo kept Kazahaya's hands in his until the bus came fifteen minutes later.