Random KNY one shots

MERRRY CHRISTMAS:3 | {pt 2; SaneRen}

Theme: floof

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It was so fucking cold. Sanemi could hardly suppress the shivering that went through him with each gust of wind. He'd even considered buttoning his uniform—only to find the top two buttons had disappeared. Closing half of it hardly did anything because the air cold easily slip in. And his sleeves were only up to his elbows. It wasn't as if he could just leave and abandon his mission because of something as stupid as his ignorance to the weather. So he settled for glaring at everything and everyone in his way. It was only patrol, really, and gathering a little information. But that meant it wouldn't end until the night did. Sanemi gritted his teeth, angry at himself and the weather and the plants and the demons and—

The rest of the night went by only because Sanemi continued chanting in his head everything that infuriated him. He was on, maybe, the seventieth repetition before the sun finally began to rise. With much appreciation for the daytime suddenly, Sanemi hurried on his way home. It was only when he was half a mile there when he remembered he was going to have company. He'd invited Kyojuro over, originally for training. But he was sure his entire body would topple over from how stiff he felt, so he began to think of a way to cancel their plans.

When he arrived, he found Kyojuro humming to himself in front of the door, pacing back and forth. At Sanemi's approach, he beamed and bounded over.

"Shinazugawa, my friend! You're home!" he said cheerily.

Sanemi sighed. "Yeah, uh, listen—"

As Kyojuro waited patiently, he placed a hand on Sanemi's shoulder. His fingers brushed Sanemi's cheek, vaguely, but it seemed enough because his eyes flew open and he cut in, apologetically. "My, my, you're quite cold, buddy!" he remarked. "Let's get you inside!"

Not quite having the strength to argue—and, also, Kyojuro was right—Sanemi allowed him to enter, following in and closing the door behind him. It was already warmer inside, and he felt himself recharging gradually. Much too slowly.

Kyojuro bustled about, unsure what to do. "I'll make us some tea! Mind if I use your kitchen?" he offered.

"Do whatever," Sanemi grunted, trudging off to the living room. He found some cushions and tossed them onto the floor, settling on one and putting his katana down. He shifted as he waited, curling himself up so his knees pressed to his chest. It was warmer like this, at least.

Several minutes later, Kyojuro joined him with two cups of tea. Sanemi instantly unfurled, crossing his legs in favor of seeming like a child. He took the cup of tea, sighing softly when his fingers warmed almost immediately. Kyojuro smiled at the reaction, sitting on the other cushion and sipping his tea. His eyes squeezed shut, abruptly, and he put his cup down on the table.

"Ah- It's still too hot!" he said, chuckling and waving his hand frantically over his open mouth.

Sanemi grinned, blowing on his own cup. He waited several beats, allowing it cool enough so he could take a small sip. It was still too early and he'd burned his tongue, but he made a show of keeping a straight face as he placed his cup beside Kyojuro's.

"We can train once you've warmed up!" Kyojuro told him, as they waited for their tea to cool down.

Humming, Sanemi fiddled with his uniform shirt. "Fat chance," he grumbled. "I can barely feel my own skin."

"Oh, my!" Kyojuro fretted. "Should I hug you? I've been told I'm naturally really warm! I could try to help!"

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child, I'll live."

"Well, adults get cold, too! We all do! That's nothing to be ashamed of!" Kyojuro told him. He crawled over and, before Sanemi could register what was going on, he draped himself over Sanemi. His arms wrapped around him, his cheek pressed against Sanemi's. He laughed, apparently finding this amusing. "You're quite cold!"

Before Sanemi could formulate a retort, he found his body unconsciously leaning into Kyojuro. Because, God, fuck, he was so warm. Against all his better judgement, and without a care for how much he'd hate himself for it later, he allowed himself to melt into the warmth. Kyojuro's smile was tangible—literally. Sanemi could feel it forming against his cheek. He paid it no mind. Instead he focused on how fucking close they were and how suddenly fast his heart was beating. Actually, no. Quickly, aware his face was heating up, too, he avoided that topic and pointedly wondered why Kyojuro was so warm. Had his practice of Flame Breathing caused his body heat to be constantly like this?

"Let's move into something more comfortable!" Kyojuro suggested. Sanemi complied, reluctantly granting permission to be lifted into Kyojuro's lap. As embarrassing as it was, he couldn't find it in himself to care. Not when Kyojuro was so toasty warm and comfortable. He even went as far as closing his eyes, turning his face away from Kyojuro's point of view so he could love this in peace. Kyojuro gladly provided his warmth, apparently content with hugging Sanemi and cradling him. Maybe he found joy in seeing the Wind Pillar, of all people, subdued to whatever this was because of something as tiny as being cold. But, oh well. Sanemi could deal with that later. Right now, all he knew was the tea could wait. Kyojuro was better.

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bro one more word and it could've been 900