cherry slush and chocolate sticks

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"THAT'LL BE 1,000 YEN

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"THAT'LL BE 1,000 YEN." The corner store employee announced Kaminari's total, him handing the worker his money. "Thank you for shopping with us!"

"Thank you!" Kaminari bowed as he took his bag, walking away from the counter. Y/n followed behind him with her arms crossed over her chest, as the older men in the store eyeballed her. "Disgusting." She whispered to herself.

Kaminari heard this, which prompted him to look around at his surroundings. There was an odd amount of men in the store, and more than half of them were looking y/n up and down like a fine piece of jewelry.

He reached behind him and grabbed y/n's wrist, pulling her towards him and forcing her to walk in front of him. "Let's go." He muttered, mean mugging the perverts as they exited the store.

The glass doors slid open as they left, a cold breeze blowing directly in their faces. They walked to a bus bench that was few meters away, as it sat under a streetlight and next to a vending machine.

As they sat to enjoy their snacks and drinks, Kaminari noticed y/n shiver, her drinking a cherry slush through a straw from a small cup. He blinked a few times, before observing the small goosebumps that formed on her arms.

He set down his soda on the concrete by his feet, pulling his hoodie up and above his head. "Here ya go!" He offered, handing y/n his soft black jacket.

Her eyes gazed at the clothing item, then up at Kaminari, her eyes widening. "Huh? I don't need that, I'm fine-"

"You're shaking. And it's freezing out here. I don't want you to catch a cold." He grinned, pushing the hoodie into her and forcing her to take it.

"Kamina—"

"Take it."

"But—"

"I've got more!" He insisted, dropping the hoodie into her lap. Y/n eyed the jacket, before finally giving in, setting down her slushie and slipping her arms through the sleeves. She pulled it up and over her head, pulling it down her torso. She immediately was met with his natural scent of peppermint, with a hint of cologne.

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