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“Are you cold,
You had been unconsciously burrowing into his side, and while
he liked it, the tip of your nose was getting redder with every step in the
Suoh mansion gardens.
“Only a bit.” Already
expecting your answer, he swiftly lifts his sweater over his head and hands it
to you. “You should wear it until we get
back to the mansion.”
Before you can protest, he shushes you with hand on your
mouth and claims “these feeble gusts of cold could never quell the fire in my
heart when you’re near.”
“Oh Tama,” you sigh, shaking your head with breezy laugh. You pull the sweater over and rejoice at the
immediate heat it provides. Hi scent is
still lingering in the fabric, which you can’t help but nuzzle your nose
against. It’s big enough to shield your
arms and body down to your thighs. The
sleeves, particularly, hang past the tips of your fingers and billow in the
wind, which you can’t help but point out.
“Perfect fit, don’t you think?” you ask, holding them up to him.
A blush immediately envelopes his entire face and he brings
his hands to his mouth to control the impending outburst. He stares at your,
burning the endearing image of you in his sweater into his memory.
“You’re being weird again,” you say, quite used to his panic
“Apologies, dearest. I
was just captivated by your exquisiteness.”
He tilts his head to get a better look at you and smiles. “A perfect fit,” he agrees.
“Hikaru… what are you staring at?”
His eyes narrowed at the sight of you. “… Is that… are you… wearing one of my
“Well, yeah…I got cold and you have a ton of clothes,” you
reply, settling onto his sofa.
He walks around you, scrutinizing your choice from every
side. His sweater is tad long; it goes
past your mid-thigh and the sleeves hanging loosely past the tips of your
fingers. The shoulders are too broad so
it falls off one shoulder, revealing some skin.
“Okay, I know I look a little ridiculous but-
“You look good… very cute and adorable,” he announces, giving
you two thumbs up and an ear-to-ear smile.
“In MY sweater,” he continues, smirking at you while waggling his
“Oh, get over yourself,” you say, waving a hand dismissively.
The motion causes a portion of the sleep to whip you in the face. You scrunch your face in response and Hikaru
snickers, covering his mouth from being too obnoxious.
“Real smooth,” he manages between fits of laughter. He plops down on the sofa and stretches out, laying
his arms behind your shoulders. “But as
much as I love you looking like a fool because of me, there is something I’d
You let out a deep exhale, followed by a wary “what?”
His arm pulls you closer to him and he whispers in your ear,
“If you took the sweater, and everything really, off.”
You hold his devilish gaze for a few seconds before holding
your arm up and repeatedly smacking him with your sleeves. “You’re such a perv, Hikaru.”
“OH WAIT, THIS SWEATER; THIS SWEATER WOULD LOOK GREAT ON
YOU!” Kaoru yells from his inside his closet.
“No, this one’s warm and fuzzy on the inside; it’s too late
to take it off,” you yell back lazily. “We’re
going outside for a walk, not your mother’s winter fashion show!”
Kaoru saunters out of his closet with a couple sweaters in
tow. He hadn’t heard you. “You look cute in everything so it was really
hard to narrow it down but-“
“I’m not changing,” you interject, sitting up and crossing
your arms. He finally stops inspecting
the clothes to give you a proper retort but it gets stuck in his throat when he
looks at you.
His cheeks light up with a rosy flare as he takes in the
image of his sweater on you. It’s very
loose and doesn’t flatter any of the curves that he loves so much about you, but
he couldn’t care less. “Looks a bit
long, doesn’t it?” He points to your fingers that are being cut off by the
sleeves and gives you a lopsided smile.
“It’s comfortable,” you reason, pulling at the sleeves. “It kind of feels like a paw,” you remark, curling
your arm like a cat would.
He grins, and walks over to pinch your cheeks.
You shirk away, flapping your hands at him. “What was that for?”
His smile doesn’t waver as he answers, “You’re just too
cute. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Kyouya, why do you have sweaters stashed in a cupboard in
your living room?”
Without turning around, he replies, “… those are… clothes
that I’d prefer not to wear.”
You pull them out, gingerly refolding each article after a
moment’s glance with a raised brow. “They’re
quite… colorful… and patterned… not exactly what I’d expect you to wear. And this one’s shoulders look rather lumpy.”
He plucks them out of your hand and gives them a slightly
exasperated look. “My sister knit these
a few years ago. You know how she is
when it comes to these sorts of hobbies.”
You hum in agreement, holding up one that isn’t as colorful
as the others. “Aw, this one looks
pretty decent.” You hold it up to his
shoulders, gladly proclaiming, “and it looks like it’d fit!”
He frowns at it. “To
be perfectly honest, I would probably never wear it in public.”
“Oh, then mind if I take it? I think I could make it work.” He shrugs with indifference and you pull it
over to try it on. “How does it look?”
Kyouya turns around and studies your appearance. His
hands are drawn to the sleeves that are just a bit too long and stop inches before
your fingertips. The seconds of silence
to such a simple question is disconcerting.
“It’s too long…” he comments dryly.
“I could roll them up?”
“No need. You pull it off well,” he smirks, tossing you
a flirtatious smile. “You’ve never
looked bad a day in your life; a shoddy sweater could never diminish your beauty.”