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winters in japan are, typically cold. ego finally gave the boys he locked up a chance to escape, guess that he thought they can practice better when theres piles of snow.
“it’s getting cold out here, isn’t it?”
yukimiya says way too casually, otoya only noticed once the wind actually started to smack him in the face.
“sure. you cold?” otoya also says, again, way too casually. yukimiya scrunches his face.
“excuse me? i was asking you. i have layers on while all you have is a turtle neck with no sleeves and jorts with sandals.” the stern voice didn’t scare otoya but it definitely made him jump a little. “ugh, take a hint. would you?”
“what do you mean…” a genuine question, otoya adjusts his collar non-chalantly. yukimiya walks infront of him. “hey- can’t you see im walking here?”
yukimiya was supposed to enjoy the snow before it melted in the spring.
however - since you cant have nice things, anymore - otoya insited on coming.
“this is for you, idiot.” yukimiya takes off one of his 2 sweaters and slips the shorter boy into it.
“oh- uh.” otoya hovers his arms off his hips as if yukimiya just splashed him with a bucket of ice cold water. “thanks. didn’t know caring was your thing.”
yukki takes a huff, his facade about to crack “i figure we’re alike…”
“how so?”
otoya quickly returns to the taller boy’s side after yukki rudely left him behind.
“short-term things.”
…
“crow, look.”
karasu pauses his game and turns to the annoying voice. “what? this is this 9th time ya’ interuppted me.”
“yukki gave me his sweater, and.” otoya pauses - karasu clenches his fist ready to smack the shit out of it. “i, still have it.”
“give it back, moron. it ain’ yers.” karasu groans and turns back to his screen, the sound of in-game currency being earnt taunted otoyas ears. “besides, looks hella’ big on ya. seriously tryna win girls like that? player.”
“are you calling yukki fat?” otoya raises a brow - probably the only form of expression he shall use. karasu was saving himself from rolling his eyes to far into his skull.
“i give sweaters all the time to people. least hiori gives em’ back, and hes creepy as hell.” karasu boasts - otoya just hung his mouth open as if he’s braindead. “ya’ have plenty, why need yukkis?”
otoya stares down at the sweater than back at the glowing tv - karasu is right, its just a dumb piece of cloth.
but, why did it mean so much to him?
“okay, fine. yukki probably gave it to yer’ sorry ass because he actually felt bad for ya’. wear it with pride, he don’ often do that. cuz he don’t care half the time.” it was like karasu read his mind, otoya actually sealed his lips for once.
did karasu just read his mind? otoya shakes his head and holds the sweater in his line of view. “you think he likes me?”
“pffft, in ya’ dreams.” karasu mumbles just enough for the ninja to pout. “maybe did something he found interestin.’ i mean, he seems like the typa guy to treasure those things.”
“well, he is pretty. but im not into men.”
“ugh… yer made it weird, idiot.”
otoya just shurgs and pulls out his phone - the sweater dangles on for dear life as he opens his dms. guess he could stop by a date after this.