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November, Hokkaido.
Tamamori could barely recall the events leading up right before he landed in Hokkaido for their tour. Everything had been a blur because of everything that had been happening. All he knew, he was sleepy and somewhat tired and wanted to be comforted in someone’s loving arms again, just like he had been at the airport earlier.
But it seemed Hokkaido’s cold had other plans.
It was too cold that early in November, Tamamori had expected it to hit at least in December if in Tokyo. It was going around that there would be snow soon and he was looking forward to seeing some.
He rubbed his hands together for warmth the moment the fresh breeze hit him outside the airport. He was expected to be in the area for the next 3 or 4 days— he couldn’t quite remember —starting with 2 days of concerts and then a live broadcast. He thanked the gods internally that he wouldn’t be alone for the live broadcast. Most of all, he was thankful for the person he would be with.
“It’s cold.” He rubbed his arms repeatedly despite several layers covering his skin. Hokkaido had already been hitting single digits those days and he was nowhere near prepared.
“Tama, are you alright?” It was a voice that instantly warmed him and he was no longer shivering.
“I’m good,” he replied as Miyata walked up to him.
“Are you sure?” Miyata frowned. He nudged one of his hands and slipped in an unactivated heat pack without speaking. Tamamori looked up and Miyata could only smile and nod.
The ride to the hotel was quiet. Everyone had fallen asleep again, except for Tamamori and some of their managers. His thoughts kept him up, thinking endlessly about Miyata and everything coming up for them.
“Tamamori-san, you should get some sleep,” one of their managers said. “It’ll be some time until we get there and I’m sure you’re tired.”
“I will.” He smiled. He looked at Miyata who had been fast asleep on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, slipping his fingers through Miyata’s and settling his head on his lover’s before drifting to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the car was still moving but some other people were awake. Tamamori moved his neck around, praying his didn’t become stiff during his short nap. He looked next to him and his hand was still joined with Miyata’s, except Miyata was gently stroking his hand with his thumb in silence. He sat up straight and looked at him, placing a gentle kiss on his head before leaning against it again.
The car finally arrived at their hotel. Tamamori stretched his limbs, careful to not hit anyone else. He stole a glance at Miyata who was helping their staff with their bags. He stuffed his phone into his pocket, hoping to lend a helping hand as well.
He was in his room, making sure to unpack his essentials first before letting anyone in. Just as he put the last thing out of his bag and on a table, he heard a knock on his door. He ran to it, already knowing who wanted to be let in.
He unlocked the door and looked around, kissing Miyata’s forehead after seeing no cameras pointing in their direction.
“Come in,” he said sweetly, wrapping his arms around him as he shut the door.
Miyata freed himself from his arms and jumped right on the bed. Tamamori followed, flopping right next to him. His lover pulled him close, taking in his smell.
“You were cold earlier,” Miyata commented, hugging him tightly onto Tamamori in hopes of warming him up.
“I was,” Tamamori frowned. “Just stay like this.”
“We have to go to rehearsals though.”
“They can wait, even just a little.”
The concert was on its way when they were doing their final checks for their positions. Tamamori frowned as he walked around the stage, feeling cold, but looking at Miyata made him feel warm, especially in the chest. It was a kind of warmth that no heat pack could ever create.
The concerts went smoothly. The energy of the concerts definitely went up, as compared to some of the previous ones. The fans seemed to enjoy, laughing and clapping and waving their penlights across the arena. It gave the members life too. There were even times that Miyata tried to flirt with Tamamori, which he secretly enjoyed, of course, he couldn’t really let the fans know.The concerts ended successfully. The members would flop into their beds for the night, trying to get a good night’s rest until their next schedule.
The next morning after their last concert, the sleepy Tamamori opened his eyes when he didn’t get his usual good morning text from Miyata. Instead, he heard a knock on his door.
“Tama,” Miyata’s voice filled his ears. “Wake up. We have work.”
“I’m awake,” Tamamori called back. He got up and opened the door to let his lover in.
“Good morning.” Miyata practically bounced into his arms.
“Morning,” Tamamori said into Miyata’s hair, hugging him tightly. “Let’s do our best today.”
Miyata nudged Tamamori’s nose with his. “Let’s do it well.”
They shared another kiss before they both got up and began to get ready for work.
They arrived at the studio and the broadcast began. They waited to appear and sat down right where their color-coded cups, filled with water, waited for them. Miyata stared around the room in awe, remembering the last time they had been there together 9 years before.
The broadcast was pleasant. Both Tamamori and Miyata enjoyed and laughed a lot with the other anchors. The broadcast finally wrapped up and Miyata and Tamamori heartily bid everyone on the set “Great work today” and took some photos before returning to their dressing room.
“Great work today,” Tamamori mumbled as they climbed into the van that took them to their next destination.
"Great work today too," Miyata nodded, smiling at him.
"You really are always smiley," Tamamori commented offhandedly while smiling back at him.
“I know.”
The van took them to a restaurant that specialized in seafood and they got a table together with their managers. They sat next to each other, with Miyata sitting on Tamamori’s right. Tamamori rolled up his sleeves as he reached for the menu.
“What do you want to eat, Miyacchi?” Tamamori asked.
“Hm… there’s like this karaage kind of dish that I see,” Miyata started.
“Oh, this one?” Tamamori pointed at one of the fried dishes on the menu. Miyata nodded eagerly.
“What will you get, Tama?”
“Uh, I’m not so sure yet. But I really want to try the beer out.” He turned to the staff, “Would you also like some beer?” Their managers nodded and Tamamori raised his hand to order.
The table relished every single bite. There was an explosion of flavor at every bite that made both of them want to drag the other members to the restaurant the next time they could go. They made sure to take many pictures of the food and Tamamori even recorded a video that he decided that he would put up on his Instagram story later on, where Miyata peeked at the phone to let his followers that he was there too.
Tamamori cursed at the cold for coming so early but the moment Miyata slipped his hands into his, he only barely felt it. They got in the van that would take them back, occupying the back row together. Tamamori’s eyelids felt heavy as the van sped along the roads of Hokkaido and the next thing he knew he had dozed off.
“Miyata-san, Tamamori-san, wake up.” One of their managers tapped them. Tamamori’s eyes fluttered open and noticed Miyata still deep in his sleep next to him, head resting on his shoulder.
“Miyacchi, wake up,” Tamamori nudged their joint hands, hoping that it would get him to wake up. “Miyacchi.”
“Miyata-san…” their manager tried again, but to no avail.
“Someone broke into your house and stole your goods!” Tamamori half-shouted. Miyata nearly jumped from his seat, only if weren’t for the limited space in the back row.
“I’m just kidding,” Tamamori added.
“You scared me…” Miyata put a hand on his chest to get himself to calm down. “Don’t scare me like that, Tama.”
“Sorry…” his voice was nearly quiet.
“It’s okay.”
“Let’s go to your room?” Tamamori asked and Miyata nodded.
They walked inside the hotel, barely taking in the sight of the polished lobby before punching the elevator that would take them to the floor of their room. They bid their manager a good night as they tapped the keycard and went inside.
The door closed and Tamamori clutched onto Miyata tightly, barely having any more energy for the day. Miyata hugged him back tightly, hoping to instill some energy in him. Tamamori pulled back leaned in closer and kissed him. They lost each other in the moment, just kissing and feeling each other as they moved closer and closer as much as they could. Tamamori had been itching to kiss Miyata the entire day and he was more than glad to have gotten his chance.
They were practically gasping for air as they pulled back, but remained in each other’s arms.
“Do you want to go take a bath?” Miyata offered as he stared lovingly at Tamamori. Tamamori nodded and let him go to start the bath.
He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip before sitting down on the bed and switching the TV on, browsing through channels at his heart’s content.
Miyata emerged from the bathroom after several minutes. “Do you want to go in together?”
They comfortably settled into the bathtub, with Tamamori spooning Miyata in the water. The water was warm enough for the both of them that they were both ready to just pass out on the bed together.
“Tama…” Miyata’s voice was soft but Tamamori leaned in closer, knowing that Miyata was using the last of his energy to speak to him.
“Hm, what is it?”Tamamori asked, hugging him a little tighter.
“You did great today. I love you.”
Tamamori could only smile into Miyata’s hair at those words. “I love you too.”
They remained in the bath for a little while until the water started to get cold. They washed each other’s hair and backs, knowing the way the other liked it to be done. They got out of the bath and dried up, did their skincare as they changed into pajamas.
“Is the heater working well?” Miyata asked Tamamori as he stopped before the heater to check its settings.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. He knew the heater was only a little help and that he was waiting for his personal heater to go and flop under the sheets with him. “Hurry up, come to bed with me.”
“Yes, yes.” Miyata nodded. He pulled up the covers and lay down underneath them. Miyata urged Tamamori to move closer as he held him close.
“So… warm…” Tamamori murmured as his eyes shut while in Miyata’s embrace. Miyata smiled and pressed a kiss into Tamamori’s hair, his heart warming, knowing that despite Hokkaido’s harsh cold, his true love for him truly kept him warm.