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Ryuji hates the heatwaves of Japan. No matter how much he tried cooling down, he was still burning up. He assumed wearing less, and looser clothing would aid him, but alas, it was no use.
Sitting in front of the fan that was barely helping, Ryuji let out an exasperated sigh.
“Man… this blows…”
He laid back on the floor, shutting his eyes. He felt somewhat peaceful for a moment, until he heard a knock at the door. He groaned, sitting up slowly.
‘Who could that be…?’
He begrudgingly picked himself up off the floor, walking towards the door. He cracked it open, surprised to see who was standing on the other side.
“Why hello there, Ryuji,” Yusuke smiled softly. The blonde looked down, baffled by the fact he was wearing more clothes than he was himself.
“Uh, hey. Whatcha doin’ here?? Aren’t you burning up??”
Yusuke tilted his head slightly, “Hm, I suppose it is rather hot. It does not feel too horrible though.”
Ryuji leaned against his door, “I don’t know how you’re doing it, man… oh, but uh, back to my question…”
“Right. I was wondering if you would like to go for a walk, but seeing as you are burning up, maybe that is not an appropriate time.”
While he wanted to agree, Ryuji thought about it, “You know, we could walk down the street to the convenience store! I could use an ice cream or something cool.”
Yusuke’s smile regained, “Then we are off!”
Ryuji grabbed some shoes, not bothering to change. The pair walked down the street in silence, which was rather comfortable considering the circumstances. Yusuke looked over, “Ryuji, if you are hot, why were you not using air conditioning?”
“Ah… our air conditioning has been acting up recently, so we’ve been using a fan! Not very good though… it barely works itself…”
“I see. Can you not afford to fix it?” While this question would seem rude to some people, Yusuke asked it in a way of curiosity rather than ill intent.
“Not really. Money’s been tough for me and mom lately. Been trying to get a job, but no one wants to hire a ‘delinquent’.”
Yusuke’s eyebrows furrowed, “That does not seem fair. You are nothing of the sort.”
Ryuji laughed a bit, “I appreciate it, but it’s fine. I’m sure I’ll find work somehow!”
They both walked in, and the blonde immediately went for the ice cream. Yusuke walked behind him, as Ryuji gawked at all the ice cream, “Oh, man! So many options!!”
The blue haired male chuckled softly, watching him. After what seemed like forever, Ryuji finally decided, grabbing two. Yusuke tilted his head slightly, “Must be hungry, huh?”
“Hm? Nah, I’m getting us both one!”
“Oh, uhm, it is rather fine, Ryuji. I do not need one.”
“Man, don’t be so modest! It’s fine! I gotcha!” He didn’t let Yusuke argue, going up to the counter to pay for them. The pair soon walked back outside, sitting at a nearby bench. Ryuji handed him an ice cream, which made him frown slightly, “You know…
I’ve never indulged in ice cream before.”
“For real?!”
“To be fair, Madarame never let his students indulge in anything, so I have only had the bare minimum.”
Ryuji nodded, “Man.. that sucks. I’m sorry, dude.”
“It’s quite alright. I’m attempting to try things I did not get the pleasure of trying in my youth now.”
“That’s good! I’m glad!”
Yusuke smiled, opening the wrapper. He took a lick of the cone, and thought for a moment, “Hm, that’s delightful. Very sweet and creamy.”
“Mhm! And that’s scratching the surface! There’s so many other awesome flavors! You definitely need to try more.”
“Seeing as this is a good experience, I will consider it.”
Ryuji started eating his like a mad man, sighing happily. He had gotten a bit on his face, which Yusuke noticed. He rubbed his finger against Ryuji’s cheek, smearing the ice cream away. The blonde nearly dropped his ice cream, staring.
“I apologize. You had stained your face with some ice cream,” Yusuke wiped his finger off, then continued eating. The blonde felt his face heating up again, but it definitely wasn’t the heatwaves causing it. It took a moment for Yusuke to notice.
“Ryuji, you are staring. Is something the matter?”
Ryuji laughed a bit, scooping some of his ice cream onto his finger before dotting Yusuke’s cheek with it. Before he could react, Ryuji placed a kiss there, making sure to lick up the ice cream, “Sorry, you had some ice cream on your face, Yu.”
Yusuke swallowed hard, his face burning up, “R-Ryuji?”
“Yeah?”
“I uh,” he cleared his throat, “I’m starting to feel my body heating up.”
Ryuji smiled, “Is that a good or bad thing?”
“It feels foreign, but not bad by any means. But you know, you got a little something…” Yusuke grabbed some of his ice cream, placing it on the side of Ryuji’s lip, “Here.”
He kissed Ryuji, his tongue moving to lick up the ice cream he planted there. They stared at one another, both their faces flushed. They then smiled, “You’re such a dork, Yu.”
“Hm, not as dorky as yourself.”
Their lips met once more, the ice cream forgotten as it likely melted in their hands. It didn’t look like either of them would be beating this heatwave anytime soon.