𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | -𝕊𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒-

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑 3

     A month and a half went by since their last supply run. Their supplies ran out this morning but Shirabu forgets about the lack of food because he is too busy keeping himself from freezing.

    Winter came by five weeks ago, bringing with it the immense cold and snow filled streets.

    The nights are even colder, so much colder that Shirabu finds it hard to sleep. He tosses and turns in bed but to no avail.

    “Stupid fucking cold,” Shirabu mutters sitting up. “I’m gonna make myself some very hot tea.”

    Shirabu stomps down the stairs only to hear Semi humming again. And maybe a bit of his anger on the cold disappeared. He makes his way to the kitchen grabbing two cups from the counter.

    He might as well make one for Semi too, right?

    Starting the fire is the hardest thing about surviving. Yes, Shirabu is skilled in close combat but holds the line at starting a fire with two rocks.

    Stupid rock.

    After many attempts, Shirabu manages to light a small fire, taking huge pride in it. He brings a half broken kettle up to the fire and waits for the water to boil. 

    He plucks a couple leaves from the little plant sitting right by the window. It came with the place. 

    A little freebie.

    He drops the leaves into the boiling water. While the tea is brewing he grabs two strawberries from a jar, slicing it into small bits. He places the strawberries in two separate mugs, pouring down the fresh mint tea.

    Shirabu’s specialty, Strawberry mint tea. The best tasting drink in the apocalypse. (According to Semi)

    It's funny how domesticated they are even in the end of the world.

    Shirabu walks into the living room with two cups of tea in hand. Semi is on the couch, a very broken looking guitar on his lap. 

    When Semi notices Shirabu’s presence he flashes him a toothy smile and leans over to the side to make room for his boyfriend. 

    Shirabu takes the seat beside him, leaning his head on Semi’s shoulder. Semi, in return, slings his arm around Shirabu’s waist. 

    Shirabu hands the cup to Semi, who thanks him with a kiss to the temple. 

    “Can you play me something?”

    “Not yet, but I did get that MP3 working.” Semi pulls the little blue box out of his satchel. 

    “What does that have to do with you playing something for me?”

    “It plays music, a lot of the songs on this baby are classical.”

    Semi presses the triangle, which Shirabu assumes is the start button, and just as suddenly, a soft tune echoes around the room. 

    The strums of guitar can be heard along with many other instruments the pair have yet to discover. 

   “It sounds beautiful.” Shirabu closes his eyes, savoring the music well. He leans his head on Semi’s shoulder, Semi does the same, leaning his head on Shirabu’s but not before propping a soft kiss on the side of the brunet’s head.