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funkmaster with me harukawa-chan

Where they’d found themselves next in their adventure to find Amami’s sisters… well, to say that it’s simply cold would be putting it lightly. Somehow, their conversation had led to their current, unbearably embarrassing situation— for Saihara, at least.

After all, it isn’t as though he’s ever huddled for warmth in a blanket fort with anyone before. In fact, this isn’t huddling. They’re undeniably cuddling.

It’s for the warmth, he reminds himself in a weak attempt to feel a little cooler. His body temperature has certainly skyrocketed, as evidenced by the blush dusted across his cheeks.

…

Despite it all, he feels… content in this peaceful moment with Amami, amidst a rather hectic life. This warmth means something more to him. He can’t help but wonder if Amami feels the same. It’s an unspoken question that lingers in his mind for a second too long, knowing that their priorities had to be placed elsewhere for now.

Even so…

“Are you, ah… warmer now, Amami-kun…?” 

rood. poises to kick him in the balls.

Fifty reasons to touch someone.

number one: …to say ‘good morning’.

Red eyes flutter open, then squint. Sunlight attempts to sneak in through the curtains, though they’re hardly parted. Amaterasu is not a morning person, by any means. Kasumi’s bed is warm, cozy. Safe from the cold air that settles in as fall slowly shifts toward winter. She grabs hold of the blanket, pulling it up towards her mouth.

“…’ning, id’t,” she mumbles. Her words are a mumbled mess of sleepy consciousness and the blanket she refuses to let go of. Even as the tips of their fingers meet as he reaches for the blanket too. Her cheeks puff out in protest. Not even homemade breakfast is enough to get the girl out of bed.

“Five more minutes,” Amaterasu instead whines, taking hold of his hand. She gently pulls on his hand. 

Come back to bed, my love.

Recruited into Hope’s Peak Academy’s 80th class was the next Ultimate Artist. Mal was most famous for her... graffiti, typically on the most inappropriate places she could manage. She was absolutely willing to climb, if need be. She was standing at the side of the academy, spray painting a large bright purple dragon on the wall. Her gaze shifted from her project to the boy walking her away. An upperclassmen, huh?

Predictable. It’s the first word that comes to mind at Komaeda’s reaction. Truly, completely and utterly predictable. Regardless, it doesn’t come as a surprise nor a disappointment. Kamukura has long since forgone such pointless hopes. Yet, he’d still kissed the other in front of him. Not out of hope, nor for the sake of despair. Any romantic motivation is an impossibility. That leaves the question of why— one naturally asked of him by the servant, in response to his sudden actions.

“...Does it matter?” Comes the blunt reply, accompanied by further movement. Hands come to rest upon Komaeda’s waist, as crimson eyes rest their gaze upon his face.

Honestly, his motivations do come from a place of boredom. Despite having no expectations that he’ll be caught off-guard by any unexpected reactions, he might as well test that knowledge while he has time to spare.

It’s not like he’d expected the fact that he’d suddenly leant in and kissed Komaeda to be understood. Rather, maybe it would be better to say that he hadn’t expected anything at all. The action had been purely spontaneous, as he’d found his thoughts revolve far too much around how pretty the other boy looked in this moment⁠—

Oh god. He’s trying to concentrate on Komaeda’s words but that blush now tinting his cheeks red makes his mind revert to those thoughts all over again. This is a disaster. Attempting to force other thoughts to flow through his brain, he redirects his gaze from Komaeda’s lips back up to meet his eyes.

“... Uh.”

Incredible. Absolutely inspiring, Hajime Hinata.

“I mean, no, I just-” Cutting himself off, he sighs. Come on, you can do it. String together a coherent sentence.

Taking the outside world for granted... is easy. The freedom to take walks whenever she wanted. The freedom to breathe fresh air. The freedom to enjoy summer. All these things she hadn’t given much thought to, until now. The freedom to be with Rantaro. She never wants that to be stolen from her again.

These moments... as simplistic as they might be, she cherishes them. Truly, she can’t put into words how much she missed him during those weeks.

“Mm,” she hums, “it’s a little warmer than I’d like, but... I agreed to come after all! Besides... I wanted to see you.”

Truthfully... she wanted to reassure him that she’s safe. He isn’t aware that she had seen what he’d been put through. But knowing that, and knowing even just a little of his world... She squeezes his hand.

Her smile is timid, yet full of her affection for him.