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The first thing Kazunari notices is the cold. It's so cold. He knows his body isn't freezing but he doesn't dare move one bit. So this is why he was told to wear a thick jacket. His head is exposed without the hat though, and his hair is a mess of violent tendrils behind him.
The second thing he notices is the smell of Omi's hair. The mix of shampoo, conditioner, and that distinct scent of just Omi. There's a tingle in Kazunari's cheeks that comes up to his ears when he comes to a realization of how close he is to him, his own face just a little bit next to Omi's.
It only intensifies when he notices the third thing: his arms are wrapped firmly around Omi's waist. He's clinging for dear life, not technically afraid but shocked by both the cold and the speed that they're riding at. Riding on a motorbike rarely feels like you're riding on anything at all. It feels like you're gliding through the air, guided by a road. It's exhilarating. It isn't the first time he's ridden on a motorbike, but it's his first with Omi. And his first at a speed this high.
Omi chuckles and Kazunari feels it rather than he hears. He isn't sure what Omi's amused of but whatever it is, he doesn't care. He closes in and lays his head against Omi's shoulder, taking in his warmth to save himself from the chill of the air. Omi's voice reaches Kazunari's ears this time when he speaks. “You're gonna have to lift your head if you want to make the most of this!”
“It's so cold!” Kazunari finds himself yelling back in protest. “I'm freezing!”
“Embrace it!!” There's something about Omi's reply and his tone when he says it. There's something free in it. Something youthful. Something that makes Kazunari raise his head and watch as the world becomes a motion of white lines against the dark night and occasional lights. The air screams at him. He screams back.
“Woo!”
Omi's laughter fills his ears and this makes him laugh as well. He doesn't know when but he has stopped clinging onto Omi, now leaning back and taking in the coolness of the night and the freshness of the speed. The single tear escaping his eye is swept away by the wind. He wipes off the trail it left behind. He thinks this is actually kind of nice.
There's a gasp.
A light comes towards them. It isn't a light post this time. It's sudden and bright. So bright. And loud. Kazunari's breath hitches and his arms latch onto Omi's so tightly. But the light isn't what made him react like that. It's the way that Omi immediately comes to a stop. The light passes. The car's horn scolds them as it fades away in the background. And then it's silent again. The world has paused, no longer in motion, the lights no longer passing, but the air is still cold. And Omi... He doesn't seem to be in the present.
Kazunari's arms squeeze around him. He whispers. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
Kazunari hopes his warmth can comfort him. Omi tries to catch his breath.
“I'm fine.”
Kazunari tries to mumble words of comfort to him. Omi shakes his head.
“Let's go home.”