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Kazuha felt the puff of air against himself, melting the fringe of winter freeze that painted his lips. His hands had clasped together, huddled to his mouth to try, and further warm himself up, and his body flush against Childe's side so as to maybe steal some of his own immunity to the cold.
Even with serveral blankets wrapped around him, and woolen socks Beidou had gifted him for his trip to Snezhnaya, Kazuha was destined to become a popsicle it seemed.
"Now, now," Childe murmured a gentle tease, voice soft and lulling as the hand that stroked down Kazuha's back. "No need to act so fragile. A little cold never hurt anybody."
"Says the Snezhnayan soldier," Kazuha huffed back.
His voice was muffled beneath his hands, and he twisted his face away, rubbing the cold tip of his nose into Childe's shoulder instead.
"That's right." Childe nodded as he gave him a laugh, then both arms were looped around Kazuha, and he pulled him in with a tight squeeze. "If you're going to be stuck around with me, you're gonna have to get used to it, Kazu."
Pressing even closer now, Kazuha found his heart picking up pace with Childe's gorgeous laugh. His warm touch, and the soft brush of his hands. Even with the layers of fabric, Kazuha felt his whole body flush wherever Childe laid his fingers. He craved more of it. More of him.
Humming, he murmured, "I suppose... but then what exscuse would I have for having you like this, dear?"
Childe nudged their foreheads together with a huff. "No exscuses needed. You know I'd give you anything you asked. This included."
This. What was this? Kazuha was always questioning things, philopising, composing. He didn't want to. Not this. His time with Childe, and the beautiful chill that would linger in his bones, was worth more as he lived it. And he didn't wish to share this feeling with anyone else.