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“Pfft...This is no weather for gingers…”
Gakushuu could only vaguely nod in agreement. He wasn’t redhaired per se (he was strawberry blond ) but his skin obviously hadn’t gotten the memo. He wasn’t much prouder than Karma whenever the sun was up, as likely as him to get sunburnt. They could slather themselves in sunscreen as much as they wanted, they were bound to forget an inch of skin at some point. The sun, though, would not forget it.
Going to the beach had been Ren’s stupid idea. Of course it had been Ren’s stupid idea. But it had been their stupid idea to agree to it and come along.
So they huddled together (though not against each other, any desire to touch each other completely gone as it would only increase how hot they were feeling) under a wide umbrella at the beach. He was starting to regret not staying home under the AC though.
“Are you two coming for a beach volley? Araki managed to find a free net,”
They looked up as Ren and Seo had joined them.
“Depends. Are you guys paying for my treatment after I get skin cancer from it?” Karma asked before shaking his head. “No. As funny as it would be to watch you guys try to play volleyball, I’m going to pass...I’ll beat your asses at something else later,” he shrugged.
Gakushuu raised his eyebrows at him. The heat even crushed his competitive spirit it seemed. Not that there would be much competition, he supposed. He liked his four friends, but sports were far from their specialty. Ren and Seo could somewhat hold their own, but against Karma they were doomed before starting.
“And you, Asano?”
“...Well... If I join but not Karma...The teams will be uneven, won’t they?”
Karma snorted.
“Don’t worry, you won’t add much anyway so they won’t be too unbalan- Ouch!”
Gakushuu scoffed at him (after chucking the bottle of sunscreen at him).
“I’ll still decline. Maybe later when the weather gets a bit cooler,” he suggested.
He sighed and looked back down at his book as the other two walked away. He would definitely get sunburnt to hell and back if he went, as tempting as it was. Karma groaned and moved, flopping on his stomach and burying his head in his arms. Gakushuu almost snorted at how much his skin was glistening with sunscreen (but he didn’t because he knew he wasn’t much better). He reached for him, letting his fingers trail down his back, following along his spine. He hummed, tracing idle patterns on the pale skin. The summer sun had a tendency to make freckles appear on Karma’s body at the oddests places. Not that Gakushuu’s was much better.
“I wonder if I drew on your back with the sunscreen and you got sunburnt if it would appear,” he mused.
“Don’t you dare,”
Karma blindly grabbed his wrist, making him laugh. Gakushuu wiggled his hand enough so they’d hold hands instead, interlacing their fingers together. The redhead turned his head towards him, opening one wary golden eye.
“I think I have a bad influence on you,”
“Oh? Probably better to leave me then,”
“Nah,”
He closed his eye again, resting his cheek against his beach towel, and gave Gakushuu’s hand a light squeeze.
Ah, well. Maybe staying under the umbrella wasn’t such a bad way to spend their afternoon, after all.