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Miguel was practicing with his guitar, humming little sounds to accompany the rhythm, he was lost in his own world until something touched his head, a light touch. He turned around and saw Hiro giving him a cup of hot chocolate, and also a big and cozy blanket to cover his legs and feet.
He gladly accepted both things, since it was pretty cold that day, they said it would start snowing any time soon. Hiro sat against his back, with hot chocolate for himself, and Miguel kept practicing.
The hours kept passing by, it was starting to get dark outside, so Miguel put his guitar back in its usual place and went to their bedroom to get changed. They needed to go buy stuff for dinner. Hiro was already ready, and was waiting for Miguel in front of the door, after a couple of minutes, they left the house.
It was freezing outside, even wearing gloves and wool hats, the cold air still managed to get their hands and ears, they arrived at the supermarket and bought what they needed for that day, the next three, and also things that was about to run out.
On their way back, the worst happened, it started raining, they lived near the supermarket so they had walked there, so they didn't have a car or motorcycle to go back faster. They started running with all the things in their hands, and the closer they got to their house, the more it rained. When they got inside, they were soaking wet, from their heads to their toes.
They agreed on who would bathe first, and the other would have to stay warm until it was his turn. Miguel lost and had to organize everything he could until Hiro got out, not so long after, he called him saying the bath was free already. After a fifteen-minute warm bath, he got outside with the towel still hanging from his waist, he was greeted by Hiro, covering his whole body with the blankets, he took the opportunity and grabbed a pair of pants that he always liked from Hiro's wardrobe, and put on his own shirt. When he was about to get in bed, the other jumped up.
-Hey! Those are my pants! —He said, while pointing at the other
-Yeah, well, I don't... —He gasped— That's my shirt!
-It's comfy and warm —He replied, sitting down— Change your pants
-Hypocrisy, you should change as well —He then noticed something else— Wait, you ain't got pants on
-Shut up and change! —He jumped on top of Miguel and a little fight began
-Hiro, you know we're the same height, but I still got more strength
-黙れ! (Damare!) —He screamed, Miguel knew from experience he was getting more and more mad
-Hiro, let's make a deal —He said smiling— You keep my shirt until tomorrow, and I keep your pants
-Huh? —Miguel took the opportunity to hug him against the bed and cover them with the blankets— Hey! We still have to eat dinner!
-Nah, later —He hugged him tightly
-I hate you sometimes —He got comfortable, turning around and resting his forehead against Miguel's chest
-I love you too! —He said, smiling widely
And the fights over clothes didn't end that day.