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Takenaka looked up from his listening to music when a cold draft entered the Body Improvement's storeroom. It was Musashi, carrying a half-passed out Mob in his arms.
"Oh, Takenaka-kun. Where are the others?"
Takenaka pulled out an earphone. The faint sound of Halsey reached Musashi's ears. "I think they went home early to look up cheat codes or something."
Musashi stared at the empty clubroom for a second, then eyed Takenaka. "You're not going to tennis?"
Takenaka shrugged. "It's cold."
"It's just a bit chilly. It's not too cold for our training, though we can't wear our gym clothes outside anymore. Anyway, can you look after Kageyama-kun for a while?"
"Sure," said Takenaka. Musashi set Mob in the chair beside Takenaka's. Mob uttered a small thank you. Musashi left the room.
Takenaka went back to listening to music. After a few minutes, he glanced at Mob, who was sitting up straight, staring at his hand. He had wiped most of the sweat from his face. He sweated a lot for a mid-autumn run. Mob caught Takenaka's gaze.
They said nothing for a few moments, Mob quietly closing and opening his fingers, Takenaka silently blasting U2 in his ears.
Then, Mob said suddenly, "Takenaka-kun, are your hands warm?"
"M-My... hands?" Takenaka stammered, caught off guard.
Mob nodded. "Yeah."
Takenaka curled his own fingers. "I, uh, I guess? I've been in this room a while, and it's heated. Why?"
"Can I hold them? Mine still feel cold."
A barely perceivable blush crept up Takenaka's face. "Sure, I guess? If it helps."
Mob slid his hand into Takenaka's, muttering a thank you for the second time. A slightly loud "Oh jeez" escaped Takenaka's mouth. Mob looked at him questioningly.
"Jesus christ, your hands are cold as hell. Uh, not cold as hell, hell isn't- you know."
"Sorry. You don't have to hold it," Mob said, beginning to pull it away, but Takenaka clutched it. "It's fine. I'll just. Hold it. Until it doesn't feel like a pack of frozen sausages."
Both boys' cheeks were pink at this point.
Discreetly, with his other hand, Takenaka lowered the volume of his music so he could better hear what Mob was thinking.
Maybe anemia pills can help me. But I heard they taste horrible. When is the price of meat going to go down?
Hey, Mob, thought Takenaka. Mob looked at him, a bit surprised, then he looked out the window at the orangeing sky.
You're like a lizard, Takenaka thought, your body temperature following the surroundings.
Takenaka, is this gay?
I don't know. Or care.
Mob's hand was warm now, but they continued to hold hands until the Body Improvement club came back.