rubber ducks are ducks made of rubber

part nine

part nine

"rubber ducks are ducks made of rubber." suna's lips pursed in amusement as he spoke.

"what?" osamu stopped walking, causing suna to stop as well.

"i remember that when we met, you didn't know what a rubber duck was."

"i did! i was surprised that 'tsumu had bought a hundred of 'em."

"i thought you were stupid at first."

osamu scowled..

"i'm not stupid." he stopped, giving suna a nervous glance. "what do you think of me now?"

"you're fun to be with."

"is that all?"

suna sniggered.

"what do you want me to say? that i love you or something?"

"that would be nice," osamu whispered, hoping it was too quiet for suna to have heard.

suna stared at him, his face deadpan.

"you know," he said casually. "your lips look cold too."

"they are. a little."

"do you want me to warm them up for you?"

osamu didn't answer, and suna looked away, like he was embarrassed.

"sorry. that was a joke-"

"they're really cold," osamu stammered, taking a step closer. "i think you should."

"then come here."

osamu leant forward and quietly pressed his lips against suna's. it wasn't how he had imagined his first kiss would be. he'd always envisioned warmth and heat.

suna's lips were so cold that they made time freeze. the iciness sent shivers throughout osamu's body, covering his heart in a layer of blossoming snowflakes that set it aflame with their intensity.

osamu pulled away, sucking in air as his eyes blinked open. suna looked back at him and for the first time, osamu saw wonder in those gray eyes of his. they widened, allowing osamu to fully see them, shimmering like the snowglobes suna loved so much.

"osamu."

"rintarou."

they kissed again, the taste of suna's lips sparking dull fireworks on osamu's skin. he tasted like cinnamon, like fresh snow, like cool air from the top of a sacred mountain.

he tasted like winter.

maybe osamu was a fan of winter after all.