“I might have had a few shots.” akaken!
LOL you finally managed to pick one!
It was a colder winter than most, for Tokyo anyway. Kenma wasn’t used to needing ear muffs until late December or early January, but the frost was settling into the city earlier this year, and he was very much regretting not bundling up more before leaving the house. In his head, he could hear Kuroo’s voice scolding him in his best mom voice. Still, the sudden snowfall was unexpected. It was light and would probably melt away by morning, but it created a nice enough atmosphere, Kenma thought.
Even more unexpected was Akaashi waiting for him outside of his apartment, nose tinged red from the chill and swaying slightly in place.
“…were you drinking?” Kenma could smell it from three feet away. Even through his face mask. The cigarette smell was worse than the beer smell, but both were fairly poignant.
“…I might have had a few shots.”
“And the team.”
That’s right. Tomorrow would be December 5th, and Akaashi’s 20th birthday. Of course his university team would take him drinking. Kenma checked his phone. Not yet an hour before midnight. Though he was curious as to how Akaashi ended up here of all places.
“Happy early birthday,” he mumbled. He held up his convenience store bag. “It’s mostly snacks, but… if you wanted to come inside…”
“Kozume-kun… may I ask for a present?”
Kenma took a quick peek into the plastic bag. “…you can have whatever you want out of here, I guess. Not the apple pie tho–”
Akaashi’s long, thin fingers pressed against the fabric of his face mask, pulling just slightly at the cord around his ear.
“May I have a kiss?”
Kenma froze, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside. Forget the layers, all he needed to keep warm was a deep, burning embarrassment. He stood as still as stone as Akaashi gently pulled the mask down to his chin and pressed his cold, chapped lips against his own.
“…I think I might pass out now.”
Akaashi said it as Kenma thought it, and quickly he began rummaging through his pockets for his keys. He didn’t really feel like dragging an unconscious body through his doorway tonight.