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It was late in the evening, wind and rain pelted the outside walls and windows of the tiny apartment, making soft sounds under the quiet noise of the TV just across the room. The inside was chilly, too, which was what had prompted Makishima to wrap himself in one of the biggest comforter that he could find while he sat on the couch. It came over his shoulders like a cape, he sat with his feet pulled up on to the cushion next to him and a magazine in his hands. With his hair pulled back into a ponytail, it didn’t give him the usual extra insulation against the cold, but it was kept out of his eyes this way so he could read without difficulty.
Kinjou was busy in a different room doing more of whatever Kinjou things he did in those journals of his. Makishima had only asked him about it a handful of times, and he usually responded with something vague concerning his work or training. Makishima never pushed him too hard since he knew Kinjou liked his privacy with certain aspects of his life and Makishima was god awful at keeping secrets, but he could admit it was a tiny bit annoying when he was left out in the living room by himself to freeze.
Trying not to huff to the thought, Makishima slid himself down on the couch to lie on his side, flipping to another page in the magazine he held. He wouldn’t let up and show that he was needy, he didn’t want to bug him or make himself an easy target to the half hearted teasing that could get on his nerves easier than he would like to admit. It seemed that Kinjou had won this battle without even lifting a finger, so Makishima resigned himself to closing his magazine and setting it down on the floor next to the couch, heaving a sigh before he grabbed a hold on his blanket.
Makishima went to get his phone from his pocket under the comforter, but found it missing. He also found that the pajama pants that he wore didn’t even have pockets, he tried not to let his growing frustration show as he sat up again. He didn’t know how late it was, but maybe he could get away with bugging him a little. Kinjou was sure to be getting tired of this by now, maybe if he tried to be sly he could pull something off.
…
Makishima was the exact opposite of “sly”, or maybe he was just thinking of the wrong word. He took one longing glance out the window as his hand then searched for the TV remote on the couch. It had been storming since noon, too, so the day had trapped him inside and left him restless. He found the remote lodged between the cushions just by his ankle, picking it up and letting it slide in his palm to reach the power button. Just as he was about to press it, something caught his attention; the lights flickered.
… No, had he imagined it?
Looking out the lamp, he waited a few seconds, listening for any noise outside. Sure enough, they flickered again, Makishima’s brows furrowed. Shit, he didn’t think the storm was that bad, it couldn’t really-
Like the snap of a finger he was plunged into darkness, the TV’s picture and sound cut out and the lamp beside him turned off. Makishima glanced about himself quickly, taken by surprise for just a few more seconds before he relaxed back into his grumpy state. Great, now it would only get colder. He felt around the couch again, hoping maybe he had brought his phone with him and just lost it somewhere to the consuming cushions. It was no big issue, the dark only freaked him out a little bit, he would just get his phone as a flashlight and be on his way to check up on Kinjou.
A flash outside and a loud rumble that was quick to follow brought Makishima up to his feet, holding the blanket over his shoulders like a cape. He stopped himself before he could take off sprinting, his feet together and planted on the floor. No, it was just a bit of noise, he had to keep calm. He was an adult, what was there to be scared about?
As he began to maneuver his way in the dark, he put one arm outstretched to find the wall. When he did, he squinted and made way out of the living room and towards the hallway.
“Shingo?”
He called out a bit quieter than he probably should have, he cleared his throat with uncertainty as he scanned the hallway. It was terribly dark from the lack of windows, the storm raged on outside as a faint background noise that still made itself apparent with another booming rumble and a flash that illuminated the empty hall for just a split second. The door to their bedroom was just a few more steps away…
“Yuusuke?”
Makishima jumped out of his skin when a head poked out of the doorway, stumbling backwards and cursing while he used his blanket as a shield. He took another hold on the wall to not end up on the floor, watching the dark form emerge fully from inside.
“Shingo!”
Makishima cursed as Kinjou approached warily, he couldn’t see his face clearly through the dark but he could see his concern just from the way he moved. Makishima let go of the wall as he looked about them again, sighing his relief.
“Jeez, you can’t just pop out of nowhere like that.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to yell in case you were closer than I thought,” Kinjou apologized softly in the quiet, another rumble followed the end of his words. Makishima gave a shake of his head, puffing his cheeks while he glanced over his shoulder.
“It’s dark as hell, I didn’t think the power would go out.”
“The storm’s pretty rough, hopefully they’ll get it back up soon, it’s chilly in here,” Kinjou mumbled and Makishima looked back to him. He came closer with a single step, bringing his arms up slowly to drape has blanket cape up over Kinjou as well. The taller man stood still for him as he did this, Makishima’s arms rested around his neck to keep the blanket over him.
“I’ll share for a little while then, but under one condition.”
“Hm?”
“No more working for the night, you’ve done enough for now, don’t you think?”
It took a moment before Makishima heard the soft chuckle, hands found their way to his sides while Kinjou gave a little shake of his head; Makishima was found out pretty fast, but Kinjou certainly couldn’t see his look of defeat in the dark.
“Fine, fine. Sorry to have abandoned you, I was about to finish up anyways.”
“Yeah, of course you were,” Makishima grumbled back as he shuffled in, he rested his head under Kinjou’s chin who wrapped his arms further around him under the covers. Makishima hugged him back around his neck, humming a little when Kinjou turned his head so he could put a gentle kiss on his crown. A warm palm trailed up and down his spin slowly, Makishima nuzzled in closer.
“... What are we going to do about the ice cream in the freezer?”
Makishima’s eyes opened back up to Kinjou’s mumble before he shut them and furrowed his brows.
“I don’t think we can eat that much.”
“I don’t know either, but it’ll start to melt if the power stays out for too long.”
With a grunt of disdain, Makishima pulled back a little, taking the time to give Kinjou’s neck a quick peck before he relaxed back on his heels.
“We’ll have to eat some of it, then, I’m not letting that twenty bucks go to waste.”
Kinjou laughed again, a hand came up from under the blanket and gently ran through his hair. The faint shine of a smile in the small bits of light caught Makishima’s eyes, he couldn’t help but smile back.
“I’ll help you out then, if you can find our way back to the kitchen… I forgot my glasses back in the room, but I can’t really find them now.”
Makishima took his turn to chuckle, giving Kinjou another squeeze.
“Alright, I’ll lead the way then, don’t get lost.”
“I won’t.”