AfFINNity
They were bros. More like blood bros who have been through everything, that nothing could break their bond. But this was going way too far and the key could not be found anywhere.
Finn's left wrist stung from the metal that chafed it constantly, his gloves being a futile layer of protection. Somewhat expected from a uniform made from scraps. He had rubbed Piper's moisturiser on it, but he only ended up smelling like cinnamon and citrus.
"Dude, why were you carrying these around anyway?" Finn grumbled.
Aerrow shrugged, rubbing his restricted right wrist. "Though handcuffs would come handy someday."
A/N: No, this isn't a shippy thing. Well, in my mind it wasn't.