#day07

Surprised you looked up from where you had watched a harbour tour boat filled with tourists leave the docks and were met with the sight of Chūya standing before you. He wore the same cocky smile as always, or at least always when he was looking at you. Before you had agreed to go out with him, you had thought he wore that smile because he considered himself to be better than everyone else. It had taken getting to know him for you to realise that it was the exact opposite, and sometimes, when you looked carefully, you could see the vulnerability shimmer through the façade.

“Just a little,” you admitted, getting up from the bench you had been sitting on, giving Chūya a once over.

He wasn’t wearing his usual black suit and coat, instead dressed in simple jeans with a hoodie and a leather jacket on top. He looked casual, you noticed, and even though the clothes were very different from his usual style, it looked good on him. Really good.

“So, what do you want to do today,” you asked, pulling the cardigan you wore tighter around your body. “I was thinking we could take a walk over to the Warehouse and grab some coffee there… What are you doing?”

While you had been talking, Chūya had shrugged off his leather jacket and thrown it on the bench before taking off the hoodie, leaving his ginger hair somewhat dishevelled.

“Put this on,” he told you without meeting your eyes, shoving the hoodie against your chest.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna let you freeze, you hear,” he grumbled, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks.

Surprised you took the hoodie, Chūya quickly pulling his gloved hands away from you as if he had burned himself.

The fabric was still warm from is body heat, and gratefully you slipped it on.

“Thank you,” you smiled, trying to get your hair back into its original shape after having dishevelled it by slipping it on. The fabric was soft and the hoodie a little bit too big for you, even with Chūya ’s short stature, and it smelled faintly of him, making your own cheeks heat up.

“Don’t-” Chūya shot you a glance, choking up as he saw you peering over to his with half your face nuzzled into the collar of the hoodie. Quickly he averted his eyes again, the blush on his face deepening. “Don’t mention it,” he pressed out. “And don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Chūya put his leather jacket back on and zipped it closed.

“Like… whatever. Let’s go. Your wanted to go to the Warehouse, right?”

Expectantly he held his hand out to you, making you look between his hand and his face in confusion.

“Uh, you’re so dense,” Chūya sighed, his tone not laced with annoyance but something softer, warmer instead. “I said, let’s go.”