A/N: Here's the start of Ryuji and Akira's adventures, [footsteps on pavement].


Those Clumsy Masks

[footsteps on pavement 1]

Ryuji barely noticed the brisk air as they left the ramen shop, tucking his hands into his pockets more out of shyness than for warmth. Casting a glance over to the brunet, he felt the flush in his cheeks grow hotter, his eyes tracing Akira's outline against the grey skies. With his tousled hair and pink nose, glasses fogging up clumsily, he looked nothing short of endearing.

He froze. What the eff am I thinking, man?

"Ryuji?" Akira's voice, so soothing and calm, broke him out of his shock.

The heat in his stomach couldn't be attributed to the ramen.