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orokana-riko · 9 years

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heatwave or snowstorm ..!?!?!? im laughin iDK THEYRE JUST CUTE

Snowstorm: The heat’s gone out, and our muses have made a nest with every blanket in the house. Contact is good for keeping warm, right? So are kisses, apparently.

Dalliances.

That’s what they’d come to call it when they meet. As, after the first time, an enjoyment of each other’s company had actually surfaced. A bond forms easily in misery and in similarity. All things considered, though, that word - it sounded a lot better than dates, and more like - casually playing the part.

Behind everyone’s back, at no one’s decision but their own, they’d swap turns picking and covering the cost of some nowhere place in an anonymous in-between town. The latest, a mountain hot spring cabin, sounded like a fantastic break for the both of them - until a fluffy white reminder that the snowy season in such a place could last well into April started falling. The blizzard hadn’t exactly trapped them there, but a mound of snow melting after coming in contact with the generator shorts out their source of power and most importantly - extra heat. It’s literally freezing within thin walls.

They both stare between themselves and the broken machine for a moment, huddled on opposite sides in mittens, boots and scarves, now regretting having stepped outside to investigate as said articles soak with snow, and body heat dissipates in response. Silence is broken when the captain in Kou speaks up before the leader in Minako, ushering them back inside with an idea.

She follows his direction, finding a way to communicate via humming noises and charade-like gestures, even when he holds the corners of blankets and balances bureaus, and Minako doesn’t recognize the names of fancy furnitures when he points at them for her to move. The collection of pillars to lift and heavy objects to pin begins at the mantle above a central fireplace and grows outward to encapsulate them within generous space around its hearth. Occasionally pride makes her joke too much - lifting up something she knew to be wrong instead of actually being wrong, and Kou lets the fabric fall in order to throw pillows at her (with practiced arms quite able to aim) and yell hurry up before the water bottles turn to ice. Humor keeps blood circulating enough as they work.

Who’d have thought they’d make such a good team.

Which, she realizes, is kind of what this labyrinth of bedsheets and comforters looks like. Did they just arrange all of these items in a basketball play formation?

How clever! How like …himself.

She only grins, crawling up behind while he sits with pride on a cushion beneath a job well done. Between burning logs, makeshift insulation, and dry, fluffy PJs, there is heat again.

Kou is reminded, in mulling over their combined effort, of a thought he’d had early on -

Minako’s full presence carries much more comfort than a forced voice over a receiver, and her aura all but physically projects both understanding of those she would defend and zealous repudiation of those who would defy her. It compels him into an enchanting effect of hope. Assessment cements further when he turns back to see mischievous red eyes reflecting fire within. Somehow, he thinks, flames suit her.

- and so, he lets out the laugh he couldn’t at the time that notion had first crossed his mind. When she settles into a seat next to him and asks, “What’s so funny?” he shares, as if raising the weight of layers above had taken some from his shoulders:

Mutually renouncing their care for an unfair world.

And Minako’s face glows even brighter at the concept, for sticking a middle finger up at fate is one of her better skills. It’s true, getting away from his country tea ceremonies and her apathetic city folk and their demanding heads of households (who somehow had a grip on each child even when they lived away from home) continues to be welcome. A short weekend’s reprieve allowed a little more self to peek through each time. Whether they enjoy each other more due to the situation, or enjoy the situation due to each other, is a line which swirls together and fades with smoke up the chimney.

“Found your rebellious side, did you, Kou-kun? Although,” a nudge to the side becomes her chin atop his shoulder and her nose against his jawline, gazing with lidded lashes while she gestures to the ‘ceiling,’ “It’s more like caring so much we built our own little world within a harsh reality, ne~?”

Kou’s terrified at further reaches of innocent insinuation, but complaints dry in his mouth. There’s still a draft sneaking in from corners, and everything about her right now is so sunny and so close, and he catches himself noting how her lips have swollen and reddened from a slight chap in chilled atmosphere; he also finds a wish to indulge further in both.

It probably doesn’t help that Minako makes herself so inviting. She’s wanted for awhile to pull him into her arms when he looks sad. Tonight he doesn’t, though. He steps up, and he laughs, and it becomes all the more enticing.

Every response to her sweet words and sensual advance that begins in his mind sounds like such practiced politeness, and it would be a shame to answer her honestly admitted passion with masked sentiments. Maybe it’s all the ash and flickering firelight, but something in him says: to hell with it. A wholly erudite acknowledgement of, “mmh,” mumbles from him before he swaps the support of his collarbone for hands cupped around her cheeks. She doesn’t seem very surprised.

So rather than forming phrases, his mouth moves to kiss her.

He kisses Minako, and she is soft and warm and responsive, everything marble halls and porcelain plates are not. She kisses Kou back, and why not, he’s charming and sweet, and bothers to want to know her when others do not.

He falls onto her while falling into the moment, and she grasps at him with as much fervor as she wishes to hold onto it. Lips and tongues move against and towards each other in every exuberant and messy manner the pair wishes to move away from everything else.

Though attraction made manifest plays right into the game of the prior generation, the act still feels far more like disobedience (how can it count if the elders don’t even know).

After all, this is about Kou and Minako escaping to be no one but who they are, instead of who they’re expected to be. A boy and a girl trying to enjoy their youth.

And few things in life match the rush of reckless teenage abandon that is making out in a blanket fort.

#lovethemballs #v: orphans and money #all i wanted was a little context for kissu wtf happened #this is too many feels #orphan babies wearing masks #finding solace in one another #weather kisses meme #💕; shape of my heart

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