Big Book of Writing

Heatwave (Void, SDRA2)

Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/137676631435/amp

"Imagine your OTP lounging around at their place on a hot summer day (either in a place too cold to have air conditioning or perhaps they cant afford to turn it on because it's too expensive). Person A is splayed on the couch, fanning themselves, when person B walks in shirtless, chugging a water bottle with sweat dripping down their chest. Person C is lying underneath the ceiling fan clutching a bag of frozen peas. Person D is out on an ice cream run. Person E comes from a hot climate and tells the others to suck it up, only to get a bag of frozen peas to the face."

Yomi, making oneshots that aren't art trades? It's indeed possible, somehow! Anyways: woe, polycule Void be upon ye. Sometimes, you just gotta ship all of them.

Warning: spoilers for the members of Void!

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Sometimes, hiding out in a cheap rental house seemed to have its drawbacks, even if it was for the sake of moving under the Kisaragi Foundation's radar. The house didn't have proper insulation, though Mikado did provide extra blankets for when the drafts came in during the winter.

However, today was quite the opposite. Because of the lack of insulation, the heatwave in the middle of summer was seeping into the house and affecting the inhabitants inside. The air conditioning was faulty, which meant that the members of Void had to keep cool in their own way.

Nikei couldn't be bothered to go outside and search for interviews, even he seemed to have a limit. Instead, he was splayed out on the couch with a small paper fan in his hand. He was dressed in very loose clothing, and was about one inconvenience away from taking his shirt off. But unlike Hajime, Nikei was a big fan of public decency.

Speak of the devil, Hajime ended up walking into the living room without his jacket and with a pair of loose shorts on. Sweat was dripping from his chest, and Nikei was sure that it wasn't from training this time. "Hey, Nikei. Brought you some things," the boxer spoke as he walked over to the smaller man.

"Hm? Let's see," Nikei muttered as he forced himself into a sitting position. Hajime passed him an unopened water bottle and a hair tie, and the journalist quickly tied his hair back into a ponytail. He took the water bottle next and quickly opened it. "Thanks," he muttered, then took a swig of it.

"No problem. We've gotta make sure that none of us end up roasting to a crisp before the plan starts," Hajime chuckled, holding his own water bottle and sitting down on the couch beside Nikei. "Where's everyone else?"

"Emma's taking a cold bath, I have no damn clue where Iroha's gone, and Mikado's out to get ice cream for everyone." The journalist grumbled when he thought of the wizard. "Of course, that 'high-and-mighty' asshole isn't in the damn house when we need a morale boost."

"But he's getting ice cream..." a new voice spoke, surprising both men. Nikei climbed to the side of the couch to look down at the floor, where he spotted Iroha lying on the ground with a  bag of frozen peas. New that he thought of it, she was directly under the ceiling fan. "Hi, Nikei..." she sheepishly mumbled.

"Iroha, you're going to get sick, lying on the floor like that," Hajime scolded, though he seemed too exhausted to properly raise his voice. "Come onto the couch instead."

Iroha ended up slowly climbing onto the couch and splaying out, holding the bag of peas to her forehead with a groan. Hajime kept chugging his water while Nikei continued to fan himself. Nikei spared a gaze at the clock. It had only reached noon, and the journalist groaned at this discovery.