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୨♡୧ when you try to hold his hand during a walk ( it's cold out ) . . .

ft. isagi, rin, nagi, reo, sae, ness & kaiser.

fluff. early relationship → da boys being silly and sorta awkward. 0.6k wc. thank you for reading ♡

isagi flinches at first. sorry, hold on one second, his mind is reeling because that's the exact scenario he's been thinking about this whole time! poor boy can barely focus on looking ahead knowing your hand and his own are less than an inch apart... so, to see what he thought is going to remain a hopeful wish manifested to life? he's so happy that he squeezes your hand with twice as much enthusiasm in return.

“am i holding your hand too tight? or... could there be a specific force magnitude suitable for this...”

“nope, you're doing just right, yoichi.”

“...o-oh, good to know!”

rin freezes up. embarrassingly, humiliatingly (his own words) — did you put a spell on him? are you trying to assassinate him? just the slightest brush of your skin against his and his legs just stop dead in their tracks against his will. you're about to say something when he suddenly picks up the pace and marches ahead—hand still intertwined with yours by the way—to preserve the last bits of pride he has left. whatever, just don't look at his face (the sprinkles of red on his cheeks are betraying him).

“rin, you almost made me trip twice.”

“your sense of balance needs more work.”

“...?!”

nagi welcomes it so naturally you second guess yourself whether the two of you have done this before (nope, you haven't). he seems indifferent but really, it's only because he isn't the type to overthink things. his thought process is simple; it's freezing out (just feeling cold is a hassle already...), you're technically offering him extra warmth and he likes you a lot — so sure, why not? although you'll notice later on that someone's hand starts getting heavier and it's not yours. (spoiler: you end up half-dragging this giant guy home.)

“...are we there yet?”

“seishiro, how did we go from holding hands to you clinging onto my back? and no, not yet!”

reo reciprocates instantly! or perhaps, a teeny tiny bit too eagerly? judging by the way he's doing his best to push down the urge to let out a cheer. it's a milestone worth celebrating in his eyes because his cute darling partner wants to—no, wait, correction: is holding his hand! he doesn't even care about the cold anymore, you're all he needs (dramatic). if you remark about how the branded coat he has on is actually doing him more good than you are, he'll fight to disagree.

“i just got the smartest idea. why don't you put your hands in my pockets? my coat is pretty comfy!”

“we're gonna look so crazy.”

“...and free! c'mon!”

sae lets you. that alone speaks for itself because to know sae is to know his sense of exclusivity. he is selective, careful with what or whom exactly he allows into his world—that's what makes permission from him taste so sweet. he's let you in and now, by giving you permission to hold his hand (he's cold to the touch but you don't mind one bit), it means you're treading one step deeper into his elusive world. with the way his fingers seek out yours to interlock a moment later, it might not be wrong to think that he wants you there too.

“you're shivering. come closer.”

“...huh? oh, ahem, okay!”

“...cute.”

ness gasps or more accurately, squeaks. you've knocked the wind out of his lungs, his head feels dizzy, his hand is shaking like a leaf—it's too much, gosh, what if he's too much? he stutters out an apology by instinct, face down as he waits for the sound of ridicule. but it doesn't come, no, laughter does instead. your amused laughter as you coo: “alexis, you're so cute!”. ...is he? his soft heart skips a beat. oh, how easily you got him under your spell. you would make an adept magician, he thinks with flushed cheeks, and you'd be his favorite too.

“s-sorry if my hand's sweaty. my sweat and tear glands are pretty weak, haha...”

“that's okay. do you wanna swing hands together?”

“...! i'd be really happy to...!”

kaiser has this smirk on his face. perfect at first glance but plastered shabbily across his lips like clothes put on in a rush when you pay close attention. he's tense, taken aback by the contact but pretending otherwise. physical touches have become complicated for him; unexpected ones trigger his defenses and intimate ones are strange in that he's never dealt with them before. it's a mix of both in this case which leaves him at a loss but he knows this one thing, at least: he's willing to give it a try. with you.

“sorry, michael, i didn't mean to—”

“...'s fine. i'm cold anyway, so let me leech off you for a bit, yeah?”

“if that's okay with you, then i'd like that.”

“...why do you sound so happy about it? ha, someone's reaaaal infatuated with me.”

© reverain, jul 2025. do not repost, translate, copy or feed to AI. comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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୨♡୧ when you try to hold his hand during a walk ( it's cold out ) . . .

ft. isagi, rin, nagi, reo, sae, ness & kaiser.

fluff. early relationship → da boys being silly and sorta awkward. 0.6k wc. thank you for reading ♡

isagi flinches at first. sorry, hold on one second, his mind is reeling because that's the exact scenario he's been thinking about this whole time! poor boy can barely focus on looking ahead knowing your hand and his own are less than an inch apart... so, to see what he thought is going to remain a hopeful wish manifested to life? he's so happy that he squeezes your hand with twice as much enthusiasm in return.

“am i holding your hand too tight? or... could there be a specific force magnitude suitable for this...”

“nope, you're doing just right, yoichi.”

“...o-oh, good to know!”

rin freezes up. embarrassingly, humiliatingly (his own words) — did you put a spell on him? are you trying to assassinate him? just the slightest brush of your skin against his and his legs just stop dead in their tracks against his will. you're about to say something when he suddenly picks up the pace and marches ahead—hand still intertwined with yours by the way—to preserve the last bits of pride he has left. whatever, just don't look at his face (the sprinkles of red on his cheeks are betraying him).

“rin, you almost made me trip twice.”

“your sense of balance needs more work.”

“...?!”

nagi welcomes it so naturally you second guess yourself whether the two of you have done this before (nope, you haven't). he seems indifferent but really, it's only because he isn't the type to overthink things. his thought process is simple; it's freezing out (just feeling cold is a hassle already...), you're technically offering him extra warmth and he likes you a lot — so sure, why not? although you'll notice later on that someone's hand starts getting heavier and it's not yours. (spoiler: you end up half-dragging this giant guy home.)

“...are we there yet?”

“seishiro, how did we go from holding hands to you clinging onto my back? and no, not yet!”

reo reciprocates instantly! or perhaps, a teeny tiny bit too eagerly? judging by the way he's doing his best to push down the urge to let out a cheer. it's a milestone worth celebrating in his eyes because his cute darling partner wants to—no, wait, correction: is holding his hand! he doesn't even care about the cold anymore, you're all he needs (dramatic). if you remark about how the branded coat he has on is actually doing him more good than you are, he'll fight to disagree.

“i just got the smartest idea. why don't you put your hands in my pockets? my coat is pretty comfy!”

“we're gonna look so crazy.”

“...and free! c'mon!”

sae lets you. that alone speaks for itself because to know sae is to know his sense of exclusivity. he is selective, careful with what or whom exactly he allows into his world—that's what makes permission from him taste so sweet. he's let you in and now, by giving you permission to hold his hand (he's cold to the touch but you don't mind one bit), it means you're treading one step deeper into his elusive world. with the way his fingers seek out yours to interlock a moment later, it might not be wrong to think that he wants you there too.

“you're shivering. come closer.”

“...huh? oh, ahem, okay!”

“...cute.”

ness gasps or more accurately, squeaks. you've knocked the wind out of his lungs, his head feels dizzy, his hand is shaking like a leaf—it's too much, gosh, what if he's too much? he stutters out an apology by instinct, face down as he waits for the sound of ridicule. but it doesn't come, no, laughter does instead. your amused laughter as you coo: “alexis, you're so cute!”. ...is he? his soft heart skips a beat. oh, how easily you got him under your spell. you would make an adept magician, he thinks with flushed cheeks, and you'd be his favorite too.

“s-sorry if my hand's sweaty. my sweat and tear glands are pretty weak, haha...”

“that's okay. do you wanna swing hands together?”

“...! i'd be really happy to...!”

kaiser has this smirk on his face. perfect at first glance but plastered shabbily across his lips like clothes put on in a rush when you pay close attention. he's tense, taken aback by the contact but pretending otherwise. physical touches have become complicated for him; unexpected ones trigger his defenses and intimate ones are strange in that he's never dealt with them before. it's a mix of both in this case which leaves him at a loss but he knows this one thing, at least: he's willing to give it a try. with you.

“sorry, michael, i didn't mean to—”

“...'s fine. i'm cold anyway, so let me leech off you for a bit, yeah?”

“if that's okay with you, then i'd like that.”

“...why do you sound so happy about it? ha, someone's reaaaal infatuated with me.”

© reverain, jul 2025. do not repost, translate, copy or feed to AI. comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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୨♡୧ when you try to hold his hand during a walk ( it's cold out ) . . .

ft. isagi, rin, nagi, reo, sae, ness & kaiser.

fluff. early relationship → da boys being silly and sorta awkward. 0.6k wc. thank you for reading ♡

isagi flinches at first. sorry, hold on one second, his mind is reeling because that's the exact scenario he's been thinking about this whole time! poor boy can barely focus on looking ahead knowing your hand and his own are less than an inch apart... so, to see what he thought is going to remain a hopeful wish manifested to life? he's so happy that he squeezes your hand with twice as much enthusiasm in return.

“am i holding your hand too tight? or... could there be a specific force magnitude suitable for this...”

“nope, you're doing just right, yoichi.”

“...o-oh, good to know!”

rin freezes up. embarrassingly, humiliatingly (his own words) — did you put a spell on him? are you trying to assassinate him? just the slightest brush of your skin against his and his legs just stop dead in their tracks against his will. you're about to say something when he suddenly picks up the pace and marches ahead—hand still intertwined with yours by the way—to preserve the last bits of pride he has left. whatever, just don't look at his face (the sprinkles of red on his cheeks are betraying him).

“rin, you almost made me trip twice.”

“your sense of balance needs more work.”

“...?!”

nagi welcomes it so naturally you second guess yourself whether the two of you have done this before (nope, you haven't). he seems indifferent but really, it's only because he isn't the type to overthink things. his thought process is simple; it's freezing out (just feeling cold is a hassle already...), you're technically offering him extra warmth and he likes you a lot — so sure, why not? although you'll notice later on that someone's hand starts getting heavier and it's not yours. (spoiler: you end up half-dragging this giant guy home.)

“...are we there yet?”

“seishiro, how did we go from holding hands to you clinging onto my back? and no, not yet!”

reo reciprocates instantly! or perhaps, a teeny tiny bit too eagerly? judging by the way he's doing his best to push down the urge to let out a cheer. it's a milestone worth celebrating in his eyes because his cute darling partner wants to—no, wait, correction: is holding his hand! he doesn't even care about the cold anymore, you're all he needs (dramatic). if you remark about how the branded coat he has on is actually doing him more good than you are, he'll fight to disagree.

“i just got the smartest idea. why don't you put your hands in my pockets? my coat is pretty comfy!”

“we're gonna look so crazy.”

“...and free! c'mon!”

sae lets you. that alone speaks for itself because to know sae is to know his sense of exclusivity. he is selective, careful with what or whom exactly he allows into his world—that's what makes permission from him taste so sweet. he's let you in and now, by giving you permission to hold his hand (he's cold to the touch but you don't mind one bit), it means you're treading one step deeper into his elusive world. with the way his fingers seek out yours to interlock a moment later, it might not be wrong to think that he wants you there too.

“you're shivering. come closer.”

“...huh? oh, ahem, okay!”

“...cute.”

ness gasps or more accurately, squeaks. you've knocked the wind out of his lungs, his head feels dizzy, his hand is shaking like a leaf—it's too much, gosh, what if he's too much? he stutters out an apology by instinct, face down as he waits for the sound of ridicule. but it doesn't come, no, laughter does instead. your amused laughter as you coo: “alexis, you're so cute!”. ...is he? his soft heart skips a beat. oh, how easily you got him under your spell. you would make an adept magician, he thinks with flushed cheeks, and you'd be his favorite too.

“s-sorry if my hand's sweaty. my sweat and tear glands are pretty weak, haha...”

“that's okay. do you wanna swing hands together?”

“...! i'd be really happy to...!”

kaiser has this smirk on his face. perfect at first glance but plastered shabbily across his lips like clothes put on in a rush when you pay close attention. he's tense, taken aback by the contact but pretending otherwise. physical touches have become complicated for him; unexpected ones trigger his defenses and intimate ones are strange in that he's never dealt with them before. it's a mix of both in this case which leaves him at a loss but he knows this one thing, at least: he's willing to give it a try. with you.

“sorry, michael, i didn't mean to—”

“...'s fine. i'm cold anyway, so let me leech off you for a bit, yeah?”

“if that's okay with you, then i'd like that.”

“...why do you sound so happy about it? ha, someone's reaaaal infatuated with me.”

© reverain, jul 2025. do not repost, translate, copy or feed to AI. comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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