Drabble: Or Call It Winter (YnM, Tatsumi/Tsuzuki)
AN: Part of the Winter Collection.
Or Call It Winter
At no point did Tatsumi actually agree to this. But when has that ever mattered, Tatsumi thinks, as he walks down crowded streets. Tsuzuki breaks away and returns, peering into huge store-windows fancifully decorated, eyes bright with happiness. Tsuzuki's face is flushed, his nose pink with cold.
It's beginning to snow, a few swirling flakes. Above them the tops of buildings disappear into low heavy clouds.
Tsuzuki pulls him to a stop, pointing. Tatsumi don't look, only steps close and gently straightens Tsuzuki's scarf, not allowing himself to think about the all years behind them. Or all the years ahead.
Or Call It Winter
At no point did Tatsumi actually agree to this. But when has that ever mattered, Tatsumi thinks, as he walks down crowded streets. Tsuzuki breaks away and returns, peering into huge store-windows fancifully decorated, eyes bright with happiness. Tsuzuki's face is flushed, his nose pink with cold.
It's beginning to snow, a few swirling flakes. Above them the tops of buildings disappear into low heavy clouds.
Tsuzuki pulls him to a stop, pointing. Tatsumi don't look, only steps close and gently straightens Tsuzuki's scarf, not allowing himself to think about the all years behind them. Or all the years ahead.