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12. Human Jenga would have been a fun idea… if they were at the top of the pile…. not  face to face and covered by 15 other people.

Who the hell had suggested they play human Jenga? Whatever complete idiot that had thought this would be a fun way to party had better fess up.

Wait.

It had been Noiz. Now, of course, there was a pretty solid explanation for his suggestion. Noiz might have a little drunk as well as extremely bored, so in turn, he and Nico had just... Laid themselves on the ground as people hesitantly began laying on you in an organized fashion. Those at the top thought it was cool.

Those at the bottom thought it was pure hell.

"Noiz..." Nico managed to choke out. "I... Think I may just die right here."

"... I..." No, Noiz. You may feel like shit, and you can't breathe, but you have no reason to apologize for a good time. 

"Noiz, I don't even know any of these people in the first place."  

Noiz didn't respond. 

"I can't breathe..."

Nothing.

"I can't fucking breathe."

Don't say a word. Noiz's face was going red. 

"I can't fucking breathe!" Nico began to struggle. To the people on the top, fun's over. 

"What are you-" Noiz was cut off by the tumbling of bodies across the floor. Plates, cups, and silverware were knocked over, and furniture was fallen onto. One person fell and hit their head on the counter, knocking themselves out. Of course, Noiz was blamed for the whole catastrophe, while girls swarmed Nico asking if he was alright.  

What a cruel, cruel Earth. 

Noiz opened the door after hearing a small knock. He was quite annoyed and disappointed to find that nobody was there. However, when he looked at his step, however, he was surprised to find a quite lovely green scarf as well as a slip of paper lying in front of his feet. He pucked up the paper- it was a coupon for all-you-can-eat pizza! Holy shit, who had sent this?

Noiz searched around the scarf until he found a slip attached to it.

At the grocery, Noiz filled his basket frozen foods, junk food, and beer. A big snow storm, nearing blizzard intensity, was to to hit the city the following day, and the man thought that he’d be locked up for a few days at least. In that case, he’d need a sufficient amount of food to gorge himself on during the wait.

Noiz put his basket down to compare two brands of the same food, which just so happened to be instant lo mein, if the reader of this is curious. Anyway, the blonde was merely minding his own business when some heartless individual came up behind him and pressed their cold hands onto his cheeks. Noiz’s expression immediately dropped. This had happened to him at least five times this week! Why people were so fixed on touching his face, Noiz had no clue.

This culprit this time was Marisa, who wore a sly grin on her face.

"Hey, Noiz!" She beamed, seemlingly bursting with energy. "Gettin’ ready for the storm too?"

Noiz turned, and the girl put her hands down.

"Yeah…" He replied simply. Marisa inspected the two brands of noodles in his hands.

"… You may not want to go with the one in your right hand. It literally tastes like dog shit if you mircrowave it too long." She smiled, took the bowl from Noiz’s hand, and put it back on the shelf.

"You’re welcome! See ya!" Just as suddenly as she had appeared, Marisa left the scene.

Noiz sat idly at the computer in the library, completely immersed in his own thought process. He and his neighbors had mysteriously lost access to all of their wifi networks and were relying on Noiz to fix it. However, in order to do that, he needed wifi. So he had trekked through the icy streetsof Nox in order to reach this destination. He had been thinking of possibilities regarding what had happened in the apartments when a pair of hands laid themselves on his cheeks. Cold hands. Very, very cold hands. Noiz felt a bit of déjà-vu.

Noiz turned in his seat to face his relentless attacker, who, to his great surprise, was Chihiro. Damn, had this kids slow-danced with an ice sculpture to get his hands this cold?

"How long have you been here?" Noiz asked bluntly.

"I just arrived. What’re you doing here, Noiz?" The younger boy asked. He very well knew that Noiz seldom visited the library.

"… The wifi in a part of the apartment is out and I’m trying to find out why."

"Ah, I see." There was a brief pause before Noiz cleared his throat.

It was well into winter, and Noiz found a certain peace when sitting outside while the snow fell, the cold flakes tickling his skin and dusting his eyelashes.

Noiz had not been expecting a visit from Hiroomi, which was why his eyes shot open immediately when a pair of absolutely frigid hands pressed against his cheeks.

"Hello, Noizy." A laid-back voice mused from behind the bench. The voice belonged to none other than Nase Hiroomi, an individual who just couldn’t seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself.

Noiz sighed, his eyebrows furrowing.

"What the hell did I tell you about touching my face, Hiroomi?"

"Sorry, I can’t help it, your face is just so toasty, a perfect resting place for my frozen hands." His palms press themselves further into Noiz’s skin, agitating the blonde even more. "What are you doing out here this late at night, anyway?"

"Don’t touch me…" Noiz closed his eyes again, basking in the warmth of the other’s hands. Though he would never admit to it, it was pretty damn cold out there, and Hiroomi’s hands felt pretty nice at that moment.

"I don’t see you doing anything to stop me, you know." True. True. Dammit…

Noiz slapped the younger boy’s hands away, stood up, and faced him angrily.

"I said not to touch me. You may give me acne with your gross, oily, french fry hands." With that, Noiz stomped away like the giant diaper baby he truly was inside.