Cold Skin
Title: Cold Skin
Rating: PG
Genre: AU (highschool)
Pairing: Sakumiya
Length: Drabble (622 words)
Summary: How they like to hold each other most.
Author Notes: My first fanfiction, hello! I'm in love with the idea of a highschool AU. I don't know when I will get the time to do it in the next few weeks, but I'm planning on extending this universe and play with different stories about Nino and Sho (and the other members too) before and after dating just like a whole bunch of one-shots written in the same universe. I feel I'm getting ahead of myself here...
“Cold.”
“Should I stop then?”
“No, it actually feels kind of nice.”
Fingers gingerly pressed against the skin of his stomach, hands pushed up underneath the hem of Nino’s shirt. They belonged to hands a little bigger than his, a little colder than his; the hands of the boy who held him from behind, whose face was buried into the crook Nino’s shoulder offered. His breath was foggy and warm.
Nino’s own breath became white mist in the cold.
“Pretty,” he murmured.
Colours were beginning to bleed from the sky, and the autumn wind easily permeated his thin shirt. He shivered. He hadn’t thought to bring a jacket despite the forecast warning of single-digit lows and the invitation to meet after school being covertly slipped onto his table during class the day before. He hadn’t remembered even with his mother’s constant complaints of how winter had come too early and his father across the house yelling in reply, ‘it’s because of global warming!’
But, maybe he forgot on purpose.
‘The Contrast Effect’.
A phenomenon that began the eating of watermelon with salt. More specifically, when a person perceives heightened variations of something due to a prior influence or stimulant. In the same way salt makes watermelon sweeter, Nino’s more so chilled body served to sweeten the contact between his back and the other boy’s chest. His back was warm, warmer than usual Nino would like to think.
The evening wind began to pick up. The licks of cold induced bouts of shivering in the inadequately dressed Nino. Noticing this, the arms gripping him from behind held him a little tighter, pulling him in closer to the curve of his chest.
This is how Sho liked to hold Nino the most.
Cradled in the angle his spread legs created, Sho could envelop Nino’s slighter frame with his own. The two sat entangled on the grassy slopes of the riverbank. Sho let his head lay nestled in between the other’s shoulder and neck, eyes closed and breathing in his distinct scent - which you could only describe as ‘Nino-like’. He took pleasure in wrapping his arms around Nino’s waist, sensing the unexpected frailty of the other boy which would be otherwise hidden by a snarky attitude and clothes a couple sizes too big. And on this particular day Nino didn’t protest his hands invading the space underneath his shirt, where Sho’s icy fingers tiptoed across the heat of his body.
To Sho, it was an act of great intimacy. It was different from their usual exchanges, which were casual even if teeming with all the awkward moments that came as a package deal with teen romances - getting caught staring, stammering out words to excuse his actions and letting his heart take over his head when Nino laughed, touched his hand and told him it was okay.
Sho burrowed his face further into the soft fabric of Nino’s shirt.
He wanted to know everything about Nino, from the way he lived and loved to the way his lips became tinged with blue in winter.
“Nino?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Sho smiled.
After a couple of minutes the two in quiet unison, stood up and brushed the grass off their legs before making their way back up to the path. The sun hummed on the horizon, a harshness of vivid orange hues against the encroaching cool of the evening sky. A breeze whispered tousled their hair. A calm chill had taken a hold of the night and their breaths mingled in wisps of white in front of their faces. Streetlights above lit up with a blink.
They walked slowly, hand in hand.
It was quiet.
“Sho?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you too.”
Sho laughed.
“I know.”
Rating: PG
Genre: AU (highschool)
Pairing: Sakumiya
Length: Drabble (622 words)
Summary: How they like to hold each other most.
Author Notes: My first fanfiction, hello! I'm in love with the idea of a highschool AU. I don't know when I will get the time to do it in the next few weeks, but I'm planning on extending this universe and play with different stories about Nino and Sho (and the other members too) before and after dating just like a whole bunch of one-shots written in the same universe. I feel I'm getting ahead of myself here...
“Cold.”
“Should I stop then?”
“No, it actually feels kind of nice.”
Fingers gingerly pressed against the skin of his stomach, hands pushed up underneath the hem of Nino’s shirt. They belonged to hands a little bigger than his, a little colder than his; the hands of the boy who held him from behind, whose face was buried into the crook Nino’s shoulder offered. His breath was foggy and warm.
Nino’s own breath became white mist in the cold.
“Pretty,” he murmured.
Colours were beginning to bleed from the sky, and the autumn wind easily permeated his thin shirt. He shivered. He hadn’t thought to bring a jacket despite the forecast warning of single-digit lows and the invitation to meet after school being covertly slipped onto his table during class the day before. He hadn’t remembered even with his mother’s constant complaints of how winter had come too early and his father across the house yelling in reply, ‘it’s because of global warming!’
But, maybe he forgot on purpose.
‘The Contrast Effect’.
A phenomenon that began the eating of watermelon with salt. More specifically, when a person perceives heightened variations of something due to a prior influence or stimulant. In the same way salt makes watermelon sweeter, Nino’s more so chilled body served to sweeten the contact between his back and the other boy’s chest. His back was warm, warmer than usual Nino would like to think.
The evening wind began to pick up. The licks of cold induced bouts of shivering in the inadequately dressed Nino. Noticing this, the arms gripping him from behind held him a little tighter, pulling him in closer to the curve of his chest.
This is how Sho liked to hold Nino the most.
Cradled in the angle his spread legs created, Sho could envelop Nino’s slighter frame with his own. The two sat entangled on the grassy slopes of the riverbank. Sho let his head lay nestled in between the other’s shoulder and neck, eyes closed and breathing in his distinct scent - which you could only describe as ‘Nino-like’. He took pleasure in wrapping his arms around Nino’s waist, sensing the unexpected frailty of the other boy which would be otherwise hidden by a snarky attitude and clothes a couple sizes too big. And on this particular day Nino didn’t protest his hands invading the space underneath his shirt, where Sho’s icy fingers tiptoed across the heat of his body.
To Sho, it was an act of great intimacy. It was different from their usual exchanges, which were casual even if teeming with all the awkward moments that came as a package deal with teen romances - getting caught staring, stammering out words to excuse his actions and letting his heart take over his head when Nino laughed, touched his hand and told him it was okay.
Sho burrowed his face further into the soft fabric of Nino’s shirt.
He wanted to know everything about Nino, from the way he lived and loved to the way his lips became tinged with blue in winter.
“Nino?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Sho smiled.
After a couple of minutes the two in quiet unison, stood up and brushed the grass off their legs before making their way back up to the path. The sun hummed on the horizon, a harshness of vivid orange hues against the encroaching cool of the evening sky. A breeze whispered tousled their hair. A calm chill had taken a hold of the night and their breaths mingled in wisps of white in front of their faces. Streetlights above lit up with a blink.
They walked slowly, hand in hand.
It was quiet.
“Sho?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you too.”
Sho laughed.
“I know.”