getting shaved ice with hiori ❆⋆.˚˖࿔ ࣪
hot and sweaty days were all you knew. the weather in kyoto had no mercy, and certainly didn’t want to spare you and hiori anytime soon.
you had promised that you’ll walk him home from practice, but now you were beginning to regret every step that you exhaustingly took. your clothes cling to your skin, your nose feels damped with sweat, and if it weren’t for the sunscreen you plastered onto your face this morning after peeking at the weather report, you’d be sure it’d be burning layers through your flesh.
you peek at hiori next to you, trying his best to keep his panting not too noticeable. after all, he had just come out of soccer practice—he was off worse than you. additionally, he had to lug around his heavy soccer bag all over the place. you couldn’t help to watch him suffer any longer.
you look up, eyes trying to find anything that wasn’t magnifying the glow of the sun, and spot a small promotional poster; the light blue background contrasting the seemingly bright filter around everything in your eyesight.
“hey, yo-chan… take a look at this…”
he perks his head at your direction and spots the poster.
you nod vigorously. “please?”
he didn’t even need convincing, because before your mouth could even finish saying ‘please,’ hiori had already ushered you in. the immediate hit of air conditioning felt like ascending to the clouds, and you both breathed a huge sigh in relief.
“two seats, please!” hiori called out, gesturing with his fingers. the waiter sat both of you down and presented the menus.
your eyes scanned the pamphlet, mouth already watering.
deciding to go with a comfort flavor, you eagerly await your food spending time staring at hiori. he shifts in his seat.
“ya know, yer not making it any cooler with that stare.”
you laugh a little. does his accent come out more when he’s flustered?
you reach over the table and grab his hand — but immediately feel off put by the temperature difference.
"yikes, yo-chan! you don't get warm?" you gasp out, clutching his hard he yanks it out of your grip, feeling his own hand. “ya haven’t seen me sweating my butt off just now?"
"hey—i did! but your hands are still so cold!"
"they are?” he says as you grab his hand again. “i feel hot, though. sweaty.”
you look at him perplexedly. it was true—his bangs were plastered onto his forehead, his skin and cheeks were red with heat, and a few drops of sweat dampened the back of his shirt. he couldn’t have faked that...
"maybe. i’ve always been told that my hands are always cold.”
“maybe the heat is cancelling each other out.”
“i wish… then i wouldn’t be feeling so hot now..”
the two of you talk along until the food comes out, the sheer coldness from the ice already softening you and lifting your mood.
you eat in comfortable silence, light music from the shop filling up the space. hiori's spoon reaches over to your bowl, stealthily stealing a bite before you could react.
you quickly do the same to get back at him, savoring his chosen flavor.
it was amazing. you could swear it had healing powers, like the ones in his video games.
the joke made hiori snort the water out of his nose mid-sip.
once the two of you have finished, you lament getting outside again and stand against the rising heat; but it's okay. the shaved ice cooled your head down, and you’re ready to conquer the sun with hiori by your side.
a/n: i kinda don't like this because i wrote most of this in the corner of a restaurant because no one was talking to me
@kkan4 i hope this heals ur heatwave troubles 👀
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