[One Shot] Warmth
Title: Warmth
Rating: K+
Summary: Despite being stuck in a snowstorm, Hiruma learns that it can still be pretty warm.
Notes: This was actually posted on my DA as it’s an entry for the HiruMamo Advent Calendar in the DA group. Thought I’d share it here too cause… well… why not. Thanks for all the love this fic has been getting so far and I hope everyone else enjoys it!
We’re still looking for people who can contribute to the Advent Calendar! We just need a few more, so even posting ONE fanart or fanfic would help greatly! Check out which prompts are available, or if you want, you can come up with your own prompt as long as it’s Christmas related!
Anyways back to this fic, please take note on what a kotatsu is. I mention it in this fic. Enjoy. :)
~*~
Putting on the spare clothes Mamori had laid out for him, Hiruma shivered a little as the cold air hit him. A hot shower could barely last a minute in this weather, so he was glad to finally be rid of his wet clothes and into something warmer.
Fine time to get into this mess, but now wasn’t the time to complain. Wearing the shirt and pants Hiruma could only guess belonged to Mamori’s father, he noticed a sweater left out for him too. As he put it on as well, Hiruma rubbed the soft material and inspected the design further in a mirror nearby. Grinning, he left the room, rubbing his bare hands together as the cold hit once more.
He wondered where Mamori had gone but was soon drawn to the warmth emanating from the hallway. A golden light gleamed softly from within, and Hiruma couldn’t help but be entranced by the sight before him.
The hall was decorated with Christmas decorations, blinking lights on the wall formed the words “Merry Christmas”, tinsel by the windows and even a medium sized Christmas tree in the corner, decorated in gold. Mamori, wrapped in a large comforter, sat on the floor before a fireplace that had one green and red sock hanging above it, yet her eyes were entranced by the fire dancing softly before her, her lips slightly parted as her mind was obviously wandering. She wasn’t aware of his presence as he continued to watch her, for it was the first time that he had seen her in such a light.
It was almost as if she was glowing herself.
Pity he had to ruin the moment. “Keh, I know it’s cold but you don’t have to be that close. You’re going to catch on fire yourself.”
Mamori blinked out of her thoughts, pouting a little as he sat next to her. “Well, it’s really cold and I wanted my hair to dry out.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s on fire already.” He was kidding, but whatever dampness that was left in her hair reflected the fire, making her brown hair glow a hue of red. It was quite a sight to him.
“Hmph,” Mamori raised her head a little, a small smile forming at the side of her lips. She took a good look at Hiruma’s sweater. “Ah, it actually fits!”
“You mean it shouldn’t?” Hiruma placed his hands behind him, resting his weight on them. He looked at his black sweater again, noting the strange glob of red on the front.
“Well, it should, but I was a little worried cause it was a bit of a rushed job for me,” she replied as she left her comforter for a moment to touch the front of the sweater, where the red glob was. A sweat-drop formed as Mamori cringed at the sight of it.
“I noticed,” Hiruma grinned. He took Mamori’s hand, hot under his icy fingers, and moved it away to take a better look at it. “Was this supposed to be Devil Bat?”
Mamori cringed further, gripping Hiruma’s hand tightly. “Fine. You can tease me about it. I told you it’s a rushed job!”
“I don’t think this would have looked any better even if you had time for it. You’d probably ruin it more trying to fix it.”
“Geez, give a girl a break! I did my best you know,” Mamori sighed as her eyes wandered back to the fire. “But I guess it wasn’t even fit to be a Christmas present after all. You’re still cold, aren’t you? I’ll get you a drink.”
Mamori’s hand slipped away from his as she got up to walk to a nearby table. Two mugs were already set there, and she poured coffee in them from a tumbler that sat on the table.
Hiruma looked at her back for a moment, noting the slight slouch she had on. “Keh, who fucking cares about Christmas?” he grinned, looking at the Christmas tree and the few presents it had at the bottom. “You made this fucking thing right?”
Mamori glanced back at him curiously. “… Yes?”
“Then I fucking accept it regardless of the season. It’s doing a damn good job of keeping me warm.”
He heard her giggle behind him as she came back again, passing him his mug of coffee as she sat next to him once more. “Really? Is it that comfy?”
“I said it does its fucking job, didn’t I?” Hiruma sipped his coffee slowly, content at how hot and bitter it was.
Mamori nodded slowly to herself, putting her mug of coffee away for a moment to grab her comforter and wrap herself in it. Then she moved closer to him…
And wrapped more of the comforter around him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Fucking Manager?”
“I felt your hands just now, you’re freezing,” she said, adjusting the comforter on him and then pressing up against him. “There, that’s to keep you warm.”
Picking up her coffee once more, she wrapped herself further, nudging closer to Hiruma as her eyes stayed on the fire before her.
He stared at her as she took a sip from her coffee, disregarding the look or even the awkward situation they were in. “What makes you think I’m that cold? Don’t you think I’m used to it?”
“You’re used to this cold?” she looked at him curiously.
“Of course. I don’t live in a house like yours after all. For one thing, we don’t even have a fireplace. I’ve never even used a kotatsu* before and yet I get by just fine.”
Strangely enough, Mamori leaned on him further, sipping on her coffee slowly. “What you’re saying is you never really felt the warmth of being with others.”
Hiruma frowned at her response. “What does that even fucking mean?”
“You mentioned fireplace and a kotatsu, right?” she pointed out, looking at him with knowing eyes. “Those things are usually associated with people gathering to enjoy the warmth of being together. You don’t need a fireplace or even a kotatsu if you’re on your own… unless you’ve had a taste of it and learnt to appreciate it. If that’s the case, then I can understand why you think all this is unnecessary.”
“And yet you still want me under the covers with you?”
“As long as you’re in my house, I want to make sure you’re warm. So I don’t care if you’re used to the cold,” she smiled.
Hiruma cackled in response, taking a sip from his coffee. “Well, you should care. You’ve pretty much set yourself up for trouble, trusting someone like me.”
Mamori looked at him suspiciously. “Trouble? You’re not going to tickle me are you? You know I can’t stand that! I might just spill coffee on you if you even try!”
Hiruma stared at her in surprise for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter. This girl completely trusts him, and not even in the same way as she trust him on the field, but on this personal level.
And yet despite his disbelief, he knew he trusted her in the same way as well. “Kekeke, fine! Do what you want! Though once you’re done with your coffee, I may just do as you suggested.”
Rather than move away from him, she leaned even closer to him, her head practically leaning on his shoulder. “I’ll fight you back then.”
He didn’t respond, knowing it was true. They stayed silent for a moment, staring at the fire, sipping on their coffee under the covers. He had never experienced warmth like this before. It wasn’t like the hot summers or being in a room with the heater turned on way too high. This felt strangely comfortable to him, calming even. The howling wind outside was the only reminder of how cold that night was.
“I hope everyone got home safely,” Mamori whispered, putting her mug away.
“Pretty sure they didn’t get stuck in this storm, Fucking Manager.”
“I hope so,” she looked out at the window, then back to the fire. “We thought the snow storm wouldn’t be that bad when we left after all. I hope the others didn’t make the same mistake we did.”
“Keh, stop worrying so much, you know it’s a waste of time.”
“Hmm.”
It didn’t take long for Hiruma to realise that not only was she leaning on him, but his head was resting on hers too. Her fingers had somehow tangled with his, and it was then that he realised his fingers were not icy cold anymore. The fire danced in place, almost celebrating in a way.
He could really get used to this.
“Fucking Manager.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s try out a kotatsu next time.”
He knew she was smiling. “Sure. Shall I invite the others? I can make a big hot pot for everyone.”
“They’ll cause a mess.”
“But hot pot tastes better with more people around.”
“Fine. On one condition.”
Mamori raised her head to look at him. “What is it?”
And he took this chance to lean his forehead against hers. “I get to be under the covers with you like this again.”
Mamori sighed, wrapping an arm around his waist to let him lean closer to her. “I’m guessing not in front of the others then? Well…”
She gently kissed him on the lips. “You’re welcome anytime.”
Rating: K+
Summary: Despite being stuck in a snowstorm, Hiruma learns that it can still be pretty warm.
Notes: This was actually posted on my DA as it’s an entry for the HiruMamo Advent Calendar in the DA group. Thought I’d share it here too cause… well… why not. Thanks for all the love this fic has been getting so far and I hope everyone else enjoys it!
We’re still looking for people who can contribute to the Advent Calendar! We just need a few more, so even posting ONE fanart or fanfic would help greatly! Check out which prompts are available, or if you want, you can come up with your own prompt as long as it’s Christmas related!
Anyways back to this fic, please take note on what a kotatsu is. I mention it in this fic. Enjoy. :)
~*~
Putting on the spare clothes Mamori had laid out for him, Hiruma shivered a little as the cold air hit him. A hot shower could barely last a minute in this weather, so he was glad to finally be rid of his wet clothes and into something warmer.
Fine time to get into this mess, but now wasn’t the time to complain. Wearing the shirt and pants Hiruma could only guess belonged to Mamori’s father, he noticed a sweater left out for him too. As he put it on as well, Hiruma rubbed the soft material and inspected the design further in a mirror nearby. Grinning, he left the room, rubbing his bare hands together as the cold hit once more.
He wondered where Mamori had gone but was soon drawn to the warmth emanating from the hallway. A golden light gleamed softly from within, and Hiruma couldn’t help but be entranced by the sight before him.
The hall was decorated with Christmas decorations, blinking lights on the wall formed the words “Merry Christmas”, tinsel by the windows and even a medium sized Christmas tree in the corner, decorated in gold. Mamori, wrapped in a large comforter, sat on the floor before a fireplace that had one green and red sock hanging above it, yet her eyes were entranced by the fire dancing softly before her, her lips slightly parted as her mind was obviously wandering. She wasn’t aware of his presence as he continued to watch her, for it was the first time that he had seen her in such a light.
It was almost as if she was glowing herself.
Pity he had to ruin the moment. “Keh, I know it’s cold but you don’t have to be that close. You’re going to catch on fire yourself.”
Mamori blinked out of her thoughts, pouting a little as he sat next to her. “Well, it’s really cold and I wanted my hair to dry out.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s on fire already.” He was kidding, but whatever dampness that was left in her hair reflected the fire, making her brown hair glow a hue of red. It was quite a sight to him.
“Hmph,” Mamori raised her head a little, a small smile forming at the side of her lips. She took a good look at Hiruma’s sweater. “Ah, it actually fits!”
“You mean it shouldn’t?” Hiruma placed his hands behind him, resting his weight on them. He looked at his black sweater again, noting the strange glob of red on the front.
“Well, it should, but I was a little worried cause it was a bit of a rushed job for me,” she replied as she left her comforter for a moment to touch the front of the sweater, where the red glob was. A sweat-drop formed as Mamori cringed at the sight of it.
“I noticed,” Hiruma grinned. He took Mamori’s hand, hot under his icy fingers, and moved it away to take a better look at it. “Was this supposed to be Devil Bat?”
Mamori cringed further, gripping Hiruma’s hand tightly. “Fine. You can tease me about it. I told you it’s a rushed job!”
“I don’t think this would have looked any better even if you had time for it. You’d probably ruin it more trying to fix it.”
“Geez, give a girl a break! I did my best you know,” Mamori sighed as her eyes wandered back to the fire. “But I guess it wasn’t even fit to be a Christmas present after all. You’re still cold, aren’t you? I’ll get you a drink.”
Mamori’s hand slipped away from his as she got up to walk to a nearby table. Two mugs were already set there, and she poured coffee in them from a tumbler that sat on the table.
Hiruma looked at her back for a moment, noting the slight slouch she had on. “Keh, who fucking cares about Christmas?” he grinned, looking at the Christmas tree and the few presents it had at the bottom. “You made this fucking thing right?”
Mamori glanced back at him curiously. “… Yes?”
“Then I fucking accept it regardless of the season. It’s doing a damn good job of keeping me warm.”
He heard her giggle behind him as she came back again, passing him his mug of coffee as she sat next to him once more. “Really? Is it that comfy?”
“I said it does its fucking job, didn’t I?” Hiruma sipped his coffee slowly, content at how hot and bitter it was.
Mamori nodded slowly to herself, putting her mug of coffee away for a moment to grab her comforter and wrap herself in it. Then she moved closer to him…
And wrapped more of the comforter around him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Fucking Manager?”
“I felt your hands just now, you’re freezing,” she said, adjusting the comforter on him and then pressing up against him. “There, that’s to keep you warm.”
Picking up her coffee once more, she wrapped herself further, nudging closer to Hiruma as her eyes stayed on the fire before her.
He stared at her as she took a sip from her coffee, disregarding the look or even the awkward situation they were in. “What makes you think I’m that cold? Don’t you think I’m used to it?”
“You’re used to this cold?” she looked at him curiously.
“Of course. I don’t live in a house like yours after all. For one thing, we don’t even have a fireplace. I’ve never even used a kotatsu* before and yet I get by just fine.”
Strangely enough, Mamori leaned on him further, sipping on her coffee slowly. “What you’re saying is you never really felt the warmth of being with others.”
Hiruma frowned at her response. “What does that even fucking mean?”
“You mentioned fireplace and a kotatsu, right?” she pointed out, looking at him with knowing eyes. “Those things are usually associated with people gathering to enjoy the warmth of being together. You don’t need a fireplace or even a kotatsu if you’re on your own… unless you’ve had a taste of it and learnt to appreciate it. If that’s the case, then I can understand why you think all this is unnecessary.”
“And yet you still want me under the covers with you?”
“As long as you’re in my house, I want to make sure you’re warm. So I don’t care if you’re used to the cold,” she smiled.
Hiruma cackled in response, taking a sip from his coffee. “Well, you should care. You’ve pretty much set yourself up for trouble, trusting someone like me.”
Mamori looked at him suspiciously. “Trouble? You’re not going to tickle me are you? You know I can’t stand that! I might just spill coffee on you if you even try!”
Hiruma stared at her in surprise for a moment, before bursting into a fit of laughter. This girl completely trusts him, and not even in the same way as she trust him on the field, but on this personal level.
And yet despite his disbelief, he knew he trusted her in the same way as well. “Kekeke, fine! Do what you want! Though once you’re done with your coffee, I may just do as you suggested.”
Rather than move away from him, she leaned even closer to him, her head practically leaning on his shoulder. “I’ll fight you back then.”
He didn’t respond, knowing it was true. They stayed silent for a moment, staring at the fire, sipping on their coffee under the covers. He had never experienced warmth like this before. It wasn’t like the hot summers or being in a room with the heater turned on way too high. This felt strangely comfortable to him, calming even. The howling wind outside was the only reminder of how cold that night was.
“I hope everyone got home safely,” Mamori whispered, putting her mug away.
“Pretty sure they didn’t get stuck in this storm, Fucking Manager.”
“I hope so,” she looked out at the window, then back to the fire. “We thought the snow storm wouldn’t be that bad when we left after all. I hope the others didn’t make the same mistake we did.”
“Keh, stop worrying so much, you know it’s a waste of time.”
“Hmm.”
It didn’t take long for Hiruma to realise that not only was she leaning on him, but his head was resting on hers too. Her fingers had somehow tangled with his, and it was then that he realised his fingers were not icy cold anymore. The fire danced in place, almost celebrating in a way.
He could really get used to this.
“Fucking Manager.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s try out a kotatsu next time.”
He knew she was smiling. “Sure. Shall I invite the others? I can make a big hot pot for everyone.”
“They’ll cause a mess.”
“But hot pot tastes better with more people around.”
“Fine. On one condition.”
Mamori raised her head to look at him. “What is it?”
And he took this chance to lean his forehead against hers. “I get to be under the covers with you like this again.”
Mamori sighed, wrapping an arm around his waist to let him lean closer to her. “I’m guessing not in front of the others then? Well…”
She gently kissed him on the lips. “You’re welcome anytime.”