Fic for Christmas Day
Fushimi Saruhiko x Yata Misaki
(From K Project)
Warning !!! :
This fic has content about men who love men. If anyone has strayed into this or doesn't know the term, please close it. The events in this story are just a figment of the author's imagination and are not related to the main content of the story. Please use your discretion when reading.
Fic for Christmas Day
Fushimi Saruhiko x Yata Misaki
(From K Project)
Warning !!! :
This fic has content about men who love men. If anyone has strayed into this or doesn't know the term, please close it. The events in this story are just a figment of the author's imagination and are not related to the main content of the story. Please use your discretion when reading.
25/12/X
“Sigh.”
Yatagarasu or Yata Misaki sighed loudly, tired of the coldness of the snow today. It was so cold that you could see white vapor rising into the air when you exhaled.
So why was he walking now?
That's because today is Christmas and everyone is celebrating this special day, including at group bars.
Homra
Also, Kusanagi-san provided food and drinks to all of them. (Under the condition that he would not get drunk and go on a rampage and destroy his beloved bar.) Now, when he saw the food and drink, he ate it so quickly that he forgot about the others. By the time I realized it, more than half of the food was gone. The person who eats the most like him has to take responsibility by buying more food and drinks.
"It's so cold," Yata muttered. He was to blame for his carelessness, thinking that because he could use his fire powers he wouldn't get cold, so he only wore his usual t-shirt and pants and covered it with a light coat. Which when coming out was comfortable, but on the way back, when he was carrying things back with him, he didn't dare use the fire for fear that the things would burn up first.
“That's really bad,” he complained again. Knowing this, it would be better if Kamamoto came along.
But luck seemed to be on his side as more snow suddenly fell, adding to the coldness of the night.
“Dammit!” It was cold and cold. Hurry and hurry, the snow was still falling. Really crazy! Luck wasn't on our side at all. Yata thought angrily, but it seemed that luck was not only not on his side, but also brought additional misfortune along with the irritating voice that he hated so much.
“Oh, who do you think is crazy enough to walk around like this with only thin clothes on? Actually, it's Mi-Sa-Ki.”
It's really worth jumping in and kicking, from emphasizing the word crazy and even daring to call him by his first name. Without guessing or looking back, he knew who the voice was because there seemed to be only one person in this world.
Fushimi Saruhiko…Crazy Monkey!
He pretended not to hear and continued walking. Now it was his job to take these treats and give them to the rest of the group. But the other party didn't care and followed closely.
"Can I help you, Misaki?" Remember, friends are more important, don't worry.
“That thing looks really heavy, so you had to hold it until it almost dragged the ground.” Don't pay any attention.
"Eh-or the problem isn't in the weight, but in the height of the person holding it." Don't pay any attention.
" short"
Shock!
Yata's nerves were severed. He turned to face the other party. The taller figure was in private clothing and was covered with a robe, different from the blue robe in normal times.
Yata subconsciously looked at the other's robe…it must be warm…he thought, but when he glanced up he saw Fushimi smiling and looking at him, causing him to blush like a child who had been caught. Secretly inspecting other people's clothing, the sentence that followed only made him feel even more embarrassed.
“It seems that Yatagarasu of
Homra
It's so cold that you have to look enviously at other people's coats.”
“What do you want?” he hissed through gritted teeth. “If you want to find trouble, I'll arrange it for you after I deliver the things to my friend.”
“Heh heh,” Fushimi laughed. “That's the Christmas party. Still pretending to be a family hasn't changed.”
Yata really wanted to retort those words, but he didn't know if he was deaf or not, so it felt like Saru's voice was putting on emotion when talking about the word family.
“Then why don't the Blues hold a celebration? You work a lot and you don't know how to have fun. Be careful or you'll die from stress.” Fushimi didn't say anything. Suddenly, he remembered something.
“Aren't the blue outfits not holding the event and you not participating?” His mouth fell out and he felt sorry when the other party glanced at him but didn't say anything. He really didn't like it when the other party annoyed him, but he didn't like it even more when the other party didn't say anything.
Since middle school, he had always been with Fushimi to celebrate. The celebration was not as big or full of food as today. There are no other people or friends. It's just him and Fushimi. The celebration was simple, but it must be admitted that it was not lonely because of the other party's nervous talk and his response. But everything was in the past from the time the other party betrayed him and left.
But is it possible that Saru…
“Have you ever celebrated Christmas with anyone other than me?”
Fushimi looked back at him before giving him a sneer and saying, “Of course, especially with beautiful women.”
Shock!!! For the second time, his patience ran out. Yata turned around to pick up the food bag that he had left on the ground when he first lost his patience, but because of the rapidly cold weather, his hands were so numb that he couldn't hold the bag. The contents of the bag ended up in a pile on the floor.
Yata cursed softly and bent down to pick up his fallen items, but before he could pick anything up he was quickly pulled up by the collar of his shirt. And something covered his head and body.
Yata was shocked by this sudden event. He reached out his hand to pull the thing covering his face away, but one hand grabbed his hand and held it tightly. At the same time, he felt a warm breath on his hand before it was pressed against his.
The warmth of his hand and the other's breath on the back of his hand made Yata stop. I didn't want to admit it but what the betrayer was doing was very warm and it made the numbness gradually disappear. Little by little the feeling returned to my hand.
It was as if the other party knew that his hand was starting to go numb. The warm breath left his hand but it didn't disappear, it just moved to his ear instead.
"But the only person I'm happy with is Mr. Misaki."
A soft voice that I can barely count has whispered to me. Yata was so tense, his head and ears ringing that he couldn't hear the next sentence from Fushimi. Until the other party had already left. He only vaguely remembered that the other party had said that this robe was for him to borrow first. But even if the other party doesn't tell him, he definitely doesn't plan on giving it back right now because…
…It was the only thing that could hide the blood that was pooling on his face. His ears and neck...
Plus at the end
“Yata-chan, why did you come back so late?” Kusanagi immediately greeted when he saw the person who had disappeared for so long that he felt worried, but when he saw the other person return he was relieved but… Why he came back wearing a long coat, I don't know. No matter how you look at it, it's definitely not Yata's.
“Whose coat are you going to get?” When he asked, the other party's face turned red and he tried to hurriedly take off his coat. Only then did he have an answer as to who the owner of this coat was.
He laughed at the young man's expression, who finally took off his cloak but refused to throw it away or burn it.
“Take it back to the owner and thank him.”
“What is the matter?!” Yata pursed his lips and quickly denied. Kusanagi laughed at the other's stubbornness and pride.
“Today, it looks like work ended early because someone helped eat all the food and drinks so quickly,” he said, glancing at the other person, who made his face even more distorted, “If you go, don't come back too late.”
Yata looked at Kusanagi and then down at the cloak in his hand before muttering something softly for himself to hear.
“I'm afraid that if I go, I'll be back in the morning.”
………….The EnD……….
Let's end it! The more I write, the more I feel like I'm going out of character. If the story is contradictory If there's anything wrong or wrong, please forgive me because in order to portray the true nature of both of them, there's hope that this story will definitely be a long drama.
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