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Haru was positive, at the very least, his fingers had fallen off inside of his gloves. Even through several layers, all carefully arranged by a doting Makoto, snow managed to sneak its way against his skin and melt into a freezing pool. Haru never did mind cold water, but this was too far, even for him. Makoto kept one arm secure around him, convinced his smaller, lighter boyfriend would fly off with the harsh winds or at least contract another severe case of influenza. Neither seemed preferable.
It seemed like a lifetime before their shoes touched the “WELCOME” mat that had been laid across their doorstep, the rubber covered in a thick layer of snow but still barely-visible through the frosty sheen. Haru fumbled in his pocket to fish out their key, fingers trembling even inside a cozy pair of white gloves. When he finally managed to click it into the lock, he didn’t waste any time in pulling the door open and practically tumbling into the warmth of their apartment. They both toed off their boots, thick breaths filling the space between them, the sound growing when Haru tried to leave.
“Haru-chan, your socks are wet! If you don’t take them off, you’ll get sick!” Makoto whined, grabbing the other’s wrist and sitting him down again to carefully take off his damp blue socks, his own discarded for the same reason. Haru didn’t protest, simply letting his boyfriend fuss so he could move onto the next phase of his plan: getting blankets. He stood once his feet were free, shivering at the cold tile against his toes as he scurried off to grab a pile of their fluffiest blankets. Makoto set about making two cups of tea while Haru arranged himself into a soft cocoon of Sherpa and fleece.
Ten minutes later, Makoto joined Haru, steaming cups of tea set on their coffee table. Haru had already downed half of his, his trembling and shivering subsided from earlier due to the warmth of their home, the blankets, and the drink. His legs had hiked up onto the couch, feet wrapped up in one of their warmest throws. Makoto smiled at him and wrapped an arm around him.
“Can I come in, too?”
Haru just pushed against Makoto’s chest, pressing him back into the couch. He ignored the look of surprise, then amusement, that crossed the brunet’s face and made himself comfortable across his chest, snuggling into the warm cotton of his shirt as he wrapped the blankets tighter around both of their forms.
“You’re like a kitten, Haru-chan.”
“Lay off the –chan.”
Makoto laughed, cupping one of Haru’s cheeks and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Even if there was a blizzard outside, he could always count on Haru to make him feel warm inside.