#kirashio

Kira had the coldest feet Yoshio had ever felt.

When he rubbed them against his skin it felt like two cubes of ice were being pressed against him. Two cubes of ice with sharp toe nails that scratched him sometimes when the other was having unpleasant dreams.

He always wore gloves so Yoshio only came to find out that his hands were also frigid when he once grabbed onto his arm in the middle of the night.

Kira didn´t seem to be the type of person to feel cold, having in consideration the way he dressed, but he felt the need to steal the blankets and keep them for himself not caring for the other whose bed belong to.

They talked. More like Kira talked and Yoshio listened until he felt tired and laid his head on the big one shoulder to sleep.

Once Kira kicked him on the stomach but it didn´t hurt at all, it was just the touch of that cold feet that woke him up. During another one's of his nightmares Kira began to graze his perfectly well treated nails on his arms, leaving tiny cuts that stung a little but not enough to make him flinch. Kira face was buried on Yoshio shoulder but he could still see he was gritting his teeth.

The way his facial expression soften and he had finally stopped clenching his teeth meant his bad dream had ended.