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This short story is a part of the "Snowy Wonders" collaboration with other DL OC creators. Please check out #Snowy Wonders 2025 for more entries!
A white glow penetrated the windows of the Mukami manor, causing Yuuma to squint his brown eyes. The weather had gotten colder each passing day, so it was only a matter of time before the cold menace from the sky would come to bother his plants.
His absentminded saunter past the window halted with a double-take towards the garden grounds. A hunched figure was loitering next to his tomatoes, hands busy doing something. Hot anger flared in Yuuma's gut and the window frame cracked under his grip. Barely tied shoelaces whipped the air as he stormed outside in a flash.
“The fuck are ya doing in my garden?!”
Yuuma's furious growl boomed as he yanked a fistful of jacket and pulled the intruder away from the tomatoes. The bastard didn't even have time to react, but to fall backwards on their sorry ass. An unexpected familiar high squeak reached Yuuma’s ears, halting his next attack. The intruder scrambled to sit up and pushed their beanie aside. Wide blue-gray eyes and disheveled blonde hair emerged under the winter garment.
“Whaah, you scared me!”
Yuuma recoiled backwards when he finally recognized the quirky artist’s frame. The fury on his face softened, but his brows remained furrowed in confusion.
“Y-you?! Why are ya here!?”
The rage controlling Yuuma’s fists subsided and a remorseful curse escaped his lips. On any other day he would have recognized the blonde's scent on time, but today it was fainter than usual. Almost non-existent, blending into the first snow and frosty nature.
To his surprise, Eri hopped up unfazed by the rough greeting and began to wipe snow and dirt from her pants. Keen brown eyes followed how the artist tried to catch each speckle from the fabric, but his gaze lingered on the curves of her rump. Especially when the blonde bent down to grab her fallen sunglasses from the ground. Sunglasses in winter?
A white fluffy bobble on Eri’s beanie swayed as she finally stood up to meet him. She took her time to carefully place her sunglasses on top of her beanie, testing Yuuma's patience. Once she was content with the placement, her grayish blue gaze gravitated towards Yuuma's browns.
Eri’s fingers found their way to fidget on her jacket sleeves and a nervous smile rose to her lips.
“S-sorry for the intrusion. I was waiting for you!”
“Huh?! Do ya hafta lurk around for that? Ya can just come inside, damnit.”
A frown between Yuuma's brows deepened when Eri shook her head and hands in rejection.
“Oh no no no, I wouldn't want to bother everyone, especially Ruki… Besides, I’m more than happy to wait in your garden. If… that’s okay with you, of course. If it bothers you, I will wait somewhere else in the future.”
Yuuma scoffed and dismissed the babble with a flick of his hand, “Just don't touch anything and maybe I’ll tolerate it!”
Tension left Eri's tall frame and the lopsided edge in her smile was replaced with relieved softness. Yuuma followed with his gaze as Eri began to rummage her bag with enthusiasm.
“So what did ya need m-”
“Here! For you!” Eri beat him to it and held out a colorful gift bag close to his chest.
Yuuma glanced a dubious glare at the bag to cover up his genuine surprise. The warmth rising to his cheeks was only due to the frosty weather, right?
“Che, yer too early! Presents are shared later in the month.”
The blue-gray gaze flickered to the side for a moment, but returned with increased vigor.
“Think of it as a thank you and payment! I mean, for letting me visit your garden to do live studies!”
A mischievous smirk slithered on Yuuma’s face and he leaned closer.
“Live studies, huh? If ya need me t’ pose for ya, just ask. And maybe, if ya ask nicely with t’ right price, I’ll grant ya sum’ shirtless action as well.”
A noticeable crimson heat rushed to Eri’s cheeks with a splutter of incoherent noises. She averted Yuuma’s sharp gaze in haste and shoved the gift bag to his arms. Before Yuuma was able to yank her back, the blonde had already slipped beyond his arms reach with a swift hop. The towering boy cocked his head challenging the artist with his piercing stare, but Eri maintained her strategic distance.
“I-I hope you like it! I wasn’t sure what your favourites were so I got different things.”
Yuuma let out a smug snort before focusing on the rustling mystery pouch in his hands. The gift bag had lost its pristine condition, blue paper all creased and the orange bow crooked. He felt an unexpected texture under his fingers, the paper was not smooth like a typical gift bag. Instead of the usual holiday patterns, the bag had painted carrots, candies and stars. At the corner of his eye, Yuuma could see Eri tilting her head and leaning closer, unable to resist her curiosity.
“Heh, not bad doodles from a so-, erm, from ya.”
Eri’s expression melted into a shy smile, her body swaying a little happy dance. Her dance was interrupted with an inhaled squeak when Yuuma unceremoniously ripped the bag open. The orange bow dangled on the verge of dropping to the ground as Yuuma peeked inside. A grin widened on his lips when he found an assortment of sweet things: ingredients for hot cocoa, marshmallows, sugar cubes and a can of whipped cream.
“I knew you liked sweet things so I thought a hot drink would be appropriate for the season.”
“Yeah, ya nailed it! Ya even got sugar-chan!”
The nickname resulted in Eri blinking and tilting her head, “Sugar… chan?”
“And no one touches my sugar-chan, ya better got it memorized!”
When Eri responded with a flurry of urgent nods, Yuuma turned towards the manor.
“No touching plants or anythin’, be right back!”
Technically, she didn’t touch anything by the time Yuuma got back from inside with a more weather appropriate outfit, but based on the angry bark he thought otherwise.
“The heck!? What’s with the army of snow pests!?”
Kneeled Eri turned her head pouting at the blasphemous remark, “They are not pests! They are snow bunnies!
Brown eyes glanced at the forest, “Then take yer bunnies elsewhere, not in my garden!”
“They are here to guard your garden from other animals, like snowy guardian angels.”
Eri spread her hands guiding Yuuma’s gaze to the nooks and corners where she had crafted the snow bunnies. His counter-arguments slowly simmered down, as he witnessed how the artist had placed the white constructs out of his usual routes and in places that were vulnerable to unwanted visitors. Yuuma huffed in defeat.
“Why did ya haft’ make so many?”
Blue-gray gaze glanced at him while responding with a matter-of-fact tone, “There is safety and strength in numbers! But also so they won’t get lonely!”
A bark of a laugh escaped Yuuma’s lips, brows scrunched together in disbelief. Instead of challenging the blonde’s logic, he pushed a steaming mug into her hands.
“Here, bet yer hands are icicles from doing ‘em with yer bare hands! Don’t ya have mittens?!”
Eri blinked at him and then at the mug, “Oh. Yes, so cold indeed.”
Yuuma squinted at the sight of Eri rubbing her palms in exaggerated manner on the mug's surface. The frown deepened on his face when Eri peeked under her bangs, and then averted his gaze. Am I doing this right?
A loud groan escaped Yuuma’s lips and with a one long stride he was squatting in front of the jittery artist. Eri flinched from the sudden proximity and piercing gaze of the brown eyes with malachite speckles.
“Yer supposed t’ drink it! Is yer brain made out ‘f snow?”
The blonde let out a flabbergasted huff, puffing her cheeks in the process like an irritated hamster.
“Y-you said not to touch your sugar-chan!”
A thump of Eri’s foot seconded her objection. Yuuma rolled his eyes and yanked the mug out of the artist’s hands. The steaming liquid sloshed just barely over the edge and the towering boy raced to lick the escaping brown drops. While maintaining eye contact, with each slow lick, a pink hue increased on squirming Eri’s cheeks. He finished his tease with a self-satisfied smirk and a proper swig of the mug.
“Now ya have my permission t’ have sum sugar-chan”, Yuuma licked his lips and passed the cup back to the blonde.
When Eri hesitated, gaze flickering between the mug and the squatting boy’s face, Yuuma forced his expression to relax and nodded with encouragement. A small tentative sip resulted in a second more greedy gulp, and a delighted hum in between. Wintery light glimmered in her sky blue eyes like a glittering powdered snow, and with a blink it was gone. A recurring itch that Yuuma was not able to scratch.
“Hey, no wasting the goods!”
Yuuma lunged forward, a hunt gleaming in his intense gaze. A warm gasp wafted against his face as he licked the whipped cream from the corner of the surprised blonde’s mouth. Not a kiss, but just barely, and a heat intensified in his gut to chase more.
Instead, his ear was assaulted by an inhaled shriek and the crimson face receded away from him with a descending jerk. Eri scrambled to regain her balance, Yuuma chased after her, and the hot chocolate soared out of the mug with a melodramatic arc. Whatever did not land on Eri’s winter jacket and pants was now soaked in the snow under her. Eyes wide like Ruki’s dinner plates, Eri hesitated with a quivering lips to meet Yuuma’s gaze.
“I-I’m so sorry… I w-wasted your sugar-chan…”
When moisture started to pool into the cloudy sky eyes, Yuuma closed his to collect all the remaining willpower to not explode. His nails dug deep into his palms, frantic breaths puffed out of his nose like an overboiling teapot. But he was determined to do better, not to repeat the same mistakes from the past. As his own respiration settled, Eri’s had escalated into shallow and agitated gasps. Yuuma opened his lids, only to meet foggy unfocused eyes staring into nothing.
A chill traveled Yuuma’s nape, searching his memory for an urgent solution. With cautious movements, he slowly raised his hand. Eri flinched away as she sensed the closing palm, but the towering boy proceeded to advance until his fingertips met with the blonde’s scorching cheek. When the artist didn’t avoid his touch, Yuuma covered the skin with his whole palm, giving experimental tiny pets with his calloused thumb.
“Yer safe.”
Erratic breathing intensified with wet gasps. Grimacing, Yuuma utilised his other hand and sandwiched the blonde’s face between his palms.
“Yer safe, enough with the waterworks.”
While Eri didn’t calm down from the stern command like he had hoped, Yuuma took it as a small victory when the rainy sky eyes finally gained back their focus. Eri closed her lids, and warmth pooled into Yuuma’s gut as he felt the blonde leaning into his palm. With each composed inhale and exhale, the paralyzed state finally yielded. A rueful smile rose to Eri’s lips and Yuuma refused to acknowledge his heart skipping a beat when the artist covered his palm with hers.
Eyelids opened, revealing moist azure pools shining with gratitude. Eri ducked her head and sniffed a feeble thanks, followed by another sorry. Yuuma stifled an upcoming groan and settled on placing a few awkward pats on the unchackled cheek.
“Yer face is almost as soaked like yer clothes.”
The remark spurred Eri into a shocked action, she stood up in a rush, now chilled, hot chocolate dripping everywhere.
“Oooh noo, I can’t go to work like this!”
Eri grimaced and hurried an apologetic bow at Yuuma, who was busy licking random cocoa and cream droplets on his skin.
“I-I promise I will come back and make this up for you.”
Yuuma shrugged and stood up stretching his long limbs, “There’s still plenty in the kitchen. I’ll call a cab for ya.”
But Eri had already collected her belongings and was hopping towards the forest treeline, “Thanks but no need! I know a shortcut!”
Yuuma’s brown hair whipped the air as he turned to shoot a flabbergasted glare and shout at the receding blonde, “The fuck is a shortcut through forest!?”
He barely heard Eri respond, “A fast one! See you later!”
This short story is a part of the "Summer of Eden" collaboration with other DL OC creators. Please check out #summer of eden 2025 for more entries!
“Oi, what'cha hunching in the shadows?”
Eri halted scribbling and pulled her glued gaze from the sketchbook. Summer heat glistened on her forehead, and the paper under her hand had warped from the moisture.
Artist’s worst enemy… Yuuma recalled her saying a few weeks ago. Whatever that meant, it clearly bothered the blonde woman. She fanned the sketchbook to her face twice, pages fluttering, making her blonde, curled-up bangs sway with the breeze.
“Just taking everything in, there are so many things I have never seen before!” Eri’s eyes glimmered in excitement and pushed the sketchbook unprompted closer to the towering boy.
She showcased spreads full of small doodles of various subjects: leaves, flowers, food, trinkets. Details Yuuma would usually not pay attention to, but over time, he had started to appreciate her passion. Her excitement was infectious, a spark of wonder he had grown fond of.
A few pages in, Yuuma recognized Ruki and his fluffy-haired girlfriend in one of the pose studies. The poses changed into more detailed doodles of faces, and the keen blue-gray eyes had captured his brother smiling warmly at his beloved. Just as she was about to show what was next, the blonde artist suddenly rushed to skip pages to a new blank spread.
“I’ll show you the rest later!”
Yuuma's eyes followed as nimble fingers lowered the pen on the sketchbook to tug the blue Yukata’s collar for relief. For a brief moment, his mind filled with naughty thoughts of sweaty skin under the Yukata, but something kept bugging him about the attire. Eri noticed Yuuma's prolonged gaze and pointed to her outfit.
“Oh, this? Boss said this would be appropriate for the event, I was lucky I found this in time for the evening.”
An annoyed frown flashed on Yuuma's face. “What an idiot boss ya have sending you off dressed like a dead person!”
The happy glimmer in Eri’s gaze died into cloudy gray. Her bashful smile dropped, changing into mortified embarrassment. Eyes wavering, she pressed the sketchbook against her chest and backed away, a tall figure cowering.
“W-what do you mean…? Did I fail to dress appropriately? Should I have worn something else?” Eri rambled, panic spiraling into her voice.
Cursing his temper, Yuuma rushed to grab her by the arm and wrestled the sketchbook out of the way.
“Yer wearing the collar wrong, it's supposed to be the other way ‘round. Now it's for the dead gettin’ buried in a funeral.”
Eri groaned and tried to hide her face behind the sketchbook, but Yuuma forced it away once again, grumbling. Their awkward wrestling raised eyebrows of the passersby, their murmurs consisting of chuckles and a few concerned glances.
“Stop resisting, damn it!”
Yuuma prompted Eri to move and nudged her towards the tree line. With a defeated moan, she stumbled forward and let herself be pulled farther away from the crowd. As the cobblestone changed to grass and bushes, she thanked herself for sticking with her usual sneakers instead of wearing the traditional ‘wooden planks on sticks’.
The festive lights and sounds decreased, making Eri hyperaware of Yuuma’s hand leading her deeper into the woods. She was horrified by her sweaty palm slipping, but the towering boy had a determined, but gentle grip of her, refusing to let go. Big, strong hands, calloused from extensive gardening…
Finally, they came to a halt, covered by a big tree. Yuuma let go and turned his back after checking the premises.
“It's safe, now hurry up and fix the damn collar!”
Eri stared at the broad shoulders, dumbfounded. “Y-you mean here? Right now?”
Yuuma peeked over his shoulder with a smirk. “What? Ya need my help? What a naughty bunny ya are.”
Incoherent huffs escaped Eri's lips, and an extra layer of red rose to her cheeks. “J-just be patient with me, I'm not used to wearing these…”
The brown hair whipping the air, he scoffed and returned to stare at the woods. Fabric rustled among occasional muttering from the blonde woman, until it stopped.
“... I guess I need your help after all…” A timid voice pleaded.
He barely heard it, and on any other occasion, Yuuma would have scolded her for speaking too quietly. His eyes widened, and heat pooled in his gut as he turned. The blonde was showcasing her clothed back to him in a sign of mutual trust, arms stretched backwards holding the blue belt.
“I-I can't tie it… Last time I had a mirror and it took several tries…” Eri’s voice wavered.
Eyes frowned in concentration, Yuuma stepped closer carefully, like sudden movements would scare the blonde woman off. Close enough to smell the salty sweat, hear the nervous galloping heartbeat, and the siren’s call of the liquid running underneath her skin. His lips parted with a hot breath, wafting the escaped hair strands from the blonde bun. A small tremble traveled Eri's shoulders, but she stayed in place.
Yuuma recoiled backwards, fangs flashing. His palms flexed involuntarily, fighting against the urge to pull the blonde flush against him. With stiff hands, he finally accepted the extended belt. Who would have guessed that all the times Kou had forced him to tie bows for him would come in handy?
“Done. Now hurry up!”
Yuuma stormed into the woods, heading back to the festival area. He didn't wait for Eri to catch up, but he could hear her following. Right now, he needed to make distance between them before he would do something stupid. Damn Ruki and his damn rules while breaking them himself!
Following his nose, Yuuma stomped to the closest food stall to bite his fangs into something else. Salty and sweet meat eased the initial carving, but barely. Finally, the blonde artist emerged from the forest, chest heaving and eyes searching the crowd. When her blue-gray gaze met his brown, he continued stuffing his mouth with more skewers. With unsure steps that reminded Yuuma of a scared animal, Eri slowly approached him and greeted him with a bashful smile.
“Thank you for telling me… and for the help. It would have been horrible to embarrass your family like that.”
“Naw, fuck ‘em cocky bastards, it would have been hilarious to see their faces.” A bark of a laugh escaped Yuuma's mouth between the bites.
Eri recoiled in confusion and stared at him with wide eyes. “Then why did you help?”
Yuuma finished his skewer but could not meet her gaze. “Because ya started weeping from a small mistake like that. Chill, it's not a big deal, I don't care.”
Blue-gray eyes wavered, silent lips parting repeatedly until they were hidden behind the brown sketchbook. A muffled thanks barely reached his ears, and atypical aggression built up in Yuuma’s chest.
Stop being so damn…cute!
Yuuma chomped into the next skewer, and the stick snapped with a loud pop, causing Eri to startle with an inhaled squeak. The scare subsided as she got distracted by the glass case on the vendor’s stall. Her hand slowly ascended to pat lightly on her right temple.
A half-broken, half-eaten skewer dangled from Yuuma's mouth as he witnessed the blonde woman frantically searching for something in her belongings.
“Spit it out!”
Eri met his gaze with a panic in her eyes. “I-I can't find my hairpiece!”
“Are ya fuckin’ kidding me!” Yuuma groaned, trashing the broken stick into the bin.
He reached for Eri's arm, halting the spinning human-rotisserie in panic, but the distressed blonde continued to babble.
“I-I need to find it, it was an important gift!”
A frown on Yuuma's face deepened. They didn't have time to start searching for a tiny ass trinket. The old man would tolerate a crooked collar but not tardiness. He grasped Eri's shoulders and gently but firmly shook her until she met his determined gaze.
“We’ll find it later! After dinner, with everyone's help.”
But to his surprise, Eri shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes.
“No, I can't let her know I lost it. What kind of a friend am I, losing a gift!”
A frustrated groan escaped from Yuuma. “Then I’ll help ya after the dinner, so enough with the waterfalls!”
The hazy blue gaze focused on him with a silent question, and against his loud personality, Yuuma responded with an equally determined stare. It felt like hours before the frantic breathing slowly but surely settled into occasional sniffles. From behind his protective shoulders, Eri nodded thankfully to the vendor who offered her napkins. Only after she had calmed down, Yuuma released her.
He missed the touch immediately, feeling her close to him. The growing need to envelop the blonde into his arms was driving him mad, whether she was covered in sweat or snot. Yuuma ruffled the feeling away and stepped backwards to create distance while scratching his neck.
“There’s still time to check some stalls if yer up to it.”
Eri gave him a weak, absent-minded nod and began to slowly walk while clutching the sketchbook like her life depended on it.
Minutes passed in an awkward silence, and nothing seemed to cheer up the blonde artist. A neutral mask was plastered onto Eri's face once they reunited with others, and the sudden switch made Yuuma's skin crawl in anger and frustration. Once Eri was surrounded by familiar faces, he slipped away, muttering.
“I’ll be back.”
Eri noticed she had zoned out from the ongoing conversation when something hard poked her cheek. The Mukami family had started to migrate towards the dinner area without her paying attention. She whipped her head in confusion to meet Yuuma's averting gaze. Between his raised fingers was a small hairpiece with flowers and a rabbit.
“It's not the same, but it was the closest I found.”
Eri let out a sharp inhale, eyes scrunching in disbelief. When Yuuma realized that tears were trying to return, he covered the blonde with his broad back and sandwiched her face between his palms, hissing.
“No weeps! We’ll find the real one later, but this will have to do for now!”
Eri resisted the tears and nodded a whimpering response, but Yuuma maintained his hold of her face.
“No weeps. Not until we find it.”
“Close enough. There!” Yuuma released his hold only to poke the new hairpiece into her hair haphazardly.
Disgruntled, Eri weaved the hairpiece out of her hair, while Yuuma rejoined others with his usual booming voice filling the space. She let herself fall back to inspect the colours and curves of the flowers and rabbit with a growing warm feeling.
She had received a new, important gift she was determined not to lose.
