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"Are you wearing my hoodie?"
Langa, lying on his stomach on the floor, looked up from his notebook. Yup, what he was wearing was definitely Reki's hoodie.
The boy had gone to the bathroom for a moment, more to take a break from homework than out of real urgency. Once back, he'd found Langa wrapped in his purple hoodie, the one he had left on the back of the chair. The sleeves were a little short, as Reki was a bit shorter than him, and the dark color made him look even paler than usual.
"Ah, yes. Sorry". Langa got up on his knees and started to take it off. “I was freezing. Sorry, now I-"
"You can keep it on," Reki interrupted, sitting down on the floor. “I'm not using it. And it looks good on you."
Langa was dumbfounded, with one arm out of the hoodie and one still in the sleeve. Slowly, he put his arm back into the empty sleeve. "Sorry," he repeated.
"Forget about it. You could have told me something, I would have given you a clean one."
Reki picked up the pen again and tried to concentrate on the math exercises without going back to doodling on the page. Unfortunately, focusing was not his forte, especially with Langa lying next to him wearing his clothes. He found himself looking at him, searching for the blue eyes that were staring at the homework page with a bewildered expression. At least he didn't seem to understand anything about it either.
His right hand laid abandoned on the floor beside the notebook. Reki followed the angular lines of the long pale fingers with his eyes. When he hesitantly reached out with his left hand to intertwine his fingers with Langa's, Langa squeezed it. His skin looked even paler against Reki's tan, almost like porcelain.
He made an effort to put his head back in the notebook just enough to write down random answers, but he didn't let go of Langa's hand.
Finally, aware that he had done a terrible homework, he closed the notebook. At least they couldn't tell him he hadn't tried.
Langa came to the same conclusion and put away his things shortly after. "Is it still raining?" he asked hopefully.
Reki hesitated to let go of his hand, but finally got up and went to the window. "Buckets," he announced, disheartened.
The boy let out a frustrated groan. They couldn't go to the skate park that day.
Reki sat on the bed, his back against the wall. He took his phone out of his pocket. "I found a video of an awesome trick yesterday. Come, I'll show you".
Langa nodded and climbed onto the bed next to him, curling up in the soft hoodie.
Reki played the video, but to his surprise he soon realized that he couldn’t follow the skater on the screen. His gaze was drawn to the boy, to his handsome pale face half hidden by the hood of the hoodie, his expression attentive and definitely more focused than the one he had before while doing his homework. Reki suspected that, weather permitting, he would try to redo that trick the next day and knowing him he was going to master it in no time. He blew through his nose and reached for his hand again, enjoying the comforting feeling that it gave him to be snuggled like that with Langa, fingers laced together, the boy's head on his shoulder. It filled his chest with warmth.
He let the video end, so as not to distract Langa, then leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of the mouth.
Langa jumped. "Reki!" he exclaimed, surprised.
Reki grinned, amused. "You must never let your guard down."
Langa laughed and gave him a friendly shoulder push, sending him lying on the bed. In response, Reki grabbed him by the neck of his hoodie and dragged Langa down with him.
As they settled down to be more comfortable, Reki noticed that Langa's cheeks were streaked with red from the heat and laughter. Maybe from that playful little kiss from earlier, too. Pale as he was, his face looked even redder.
Reki smiled and wrapped his arm around his waist, playing another video.