Make a Wish

random lil snippet ;)

okay so

i realllllllly didnt like that ending ugh

so im just going to give you guys some random fluff to make up for it :)))))))))))

(i mean like half a year later plus this is mostly self indulgent fluff but shhhhhhhhhhhh)

Takumi was... content to say.

It was a nice day. Fall, verging on the edge of winter-

Crisp, snappy air, the occasional breeze that caused all the people out to shudder a bit and wrap their scarves tighter around their necks, cross their arms over their chests to conserve a bit more heat.

The blonde guessed that he probably would've done the same.

His jacket was a bit thin, and he hadn't zipped it up all the way to his chin, so the cold air hit his chest (covered with a t-shirt from a band that probably no one had heard from before- neither had he though). He could feel a shiver making its way up his spine as he strolled along the cobblestone path.

The steadily dropping temperatures were also the cause for his flushed face- his nose was red, his cheeks had bloomed a rosy color, and the tips of his ears were practically steaming.

But how do cold ears start steaming in almost freezing temperatures?

Well, maybe the cold wasn't the only reason his face was flushed.

"Huh... how's the latest project with the focaccia what-not going so far?"

Two boys walked side by side, one looking quite aloof, chattering incessantly about mundane topics. From the way he mindlessly blabbered and chuckled at the occasional joke (which wasn't saying much, considering that they were his own jokes), it seemed as if the red-head was completely ignorant to the atmosphere the other had created. 

Speaking of, the boy by his side didn't seem to be listening much to his talk, instead looking down at the cobblestone path as if it had personally offended his mother. Any passerby would have passed off the tomato red face as just a severe reaction to the frigid cold- if they didn't see the two linked pinkies.

"The focaccia is coming along well. I think I've been able to incorporate some of the spices nicely." Takumi sounded like he was okay. But on the outside. On the other hand, the inside of him was practically dying, and honestly, if anyone tried to register the sounds inside his head, it'd probably sound like a mix of a dying cow and a cat thrown into a blender.

oHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD HOLY CRAP OUR PINKIES OUR TOUCHING ALL HAIL MARY AND JESUS MOTHER FRICKIN CHRIST THANK YOU LORD OMYGOD NOW I CAN DIE HAPPY
Came the screams of one side of his brain.

tAKUMI YOU FRIGGIN PRUDE YOU CAN HOLD HANDS OH MY LORD YOU ALREADY CALLED HIM BY HIS FIRST NAME IS THERE REALLY ANY PROBLEM WITH HAVING YOUR WHOLE HANDS TOUCH INSTEAD OF JUST YOUR PINKIES JFKDJSLASKLA;KLLKADSKLA;DKALDSJFKLJ
The other side of his brain screamed.

"Welp," Souma said nonchalantly, pulling out his phone to check the time. "We better hurry if we're going to get there on time~" Laughing, he linked their hands together fully to pull them down the road-

oUR HANDS ARE LITERALLY INTERTWINED OHMYGODOHMYGODOHDEAAAAARLORD

Takumi willed the embarrassing thoughts down and gave a little strangled chuckle, letting Souma pull him away.

"So... what do you think?" His face was completely devoid of emotion, and Takumi softly smiled to himself. He had been around Yukihira long enough to be able to tell that, while he looked indifferent, his nervous yellow eyes told a completely different story.