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Everyone has their own thing going on, so they weren’t on campus—naturally, his bored self ran to bug Yuji (not that he would, considering how much the student admires him).
Yuji has this restaurant in the city he’s been wanting to try out and of course Satoru took this as a chance to tour him around the city (to make up for tricking them into exorcising curses in Roppongi).
Satoru has a low body temperature. It’s one of the reasons why he keeps infinity on (snow and the breeze being kept out as well) especially during winter.
Walking around the streets of the tourist spots in Roppongi, the winter chill couldn’t go through his technique, that doesn’t mean his body would warm up by itself.
So when someone bumps into Yuji, and in turn makes the younger go through his technique and bump into him, both of their gloveless hands brushes and he’s so perplexed to find the younger’s hand being so warm.
even more so when Yuji pulls away and Satoru wants nothing more than to chase that hand and hold it to warm his freezing ones.
“Ah, sorry, sensei.”
“It’s okay, it happens.”
“By the way, sensei, are you cold? Your hand’s freezing.”
“Not that much.”
“I think sensei would look even cooler with gloves, ever tried wearing them?” Yuji asks, having no problems in getting through his technique that Satoru could already feel the enticing heat he’s emitting.
‘ah… this is too much for his heart.’ Satoru thinks, observing the way Yuji’s eyes twinkled every time he glances up at him. Always the attentive one.
“Well, I forgot mine at home, but that’s okay since I have Yuji with me.” He half-heartedly jokes, hoping to trick the younger to stay closer to him.
But Yuji turns a delightful red, “oh… yeah, that makes sense.”
‘what makes sense?’ is what he wanted to say… before—
Yuji holds his hand up, blushing but determined.
Satoru cocks his head to the side, rather confused. “Do you want something from me?”
“Sensei’s hand!”
Everything seems to stop, even Satoru’s thought-process. What…
Yuji puffs his cheeks, deciding to take matters into his own hands—literally—grabbing Satoru’s cold hand in his.
“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to keep you warm since you don’t have them with you.”
Now Satoru wants nothing more than to grab Yuji in his arms and just. never. let. go.
His Yuji is far too sweet to him.
He composes himself, laughing as he takes their hands to shove them in his coat pocket—relishing the way it flusters Yuji even more.
He leans down to Yuji’s height, close enough that if someone were to bump into them again, their lips would touch. “So romantic~ stay close to me, okay?”
“O-Okay!” The hand in his squeezes his own, slightly calloused and very warm.
Satoru decides not filtering the cold isn’t too bad… and maybe he doesn’t plan on letting go of Yuji’s hand anytime soon.