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Fuck this heat, and fuck Sakyo for being stingy and refusing to fix the coughing and spitting AC that strained to cool the Mankai dorm. Also fuck Itaru for running his monstruosity of a PC in the middle of the night, producing more hot air than all the colorful cooling circuits in his waifu-themed machine could prevent.
Chikage throws his thin blanket off of his sweaty body with an annoyed noise, not phasing his roommate. As he climbs down the ladder of his bunk bed, Itaru asks between two sips of his gamer juice “Senpai, if you go to the kitchen, can you bring me some ice cream and chips? Thanksies."
Fuck him, truly.
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Chikage walks through the courtyard connecting the bedrooms and communal spaces, inhaling the humid summer air. He sees Misumi up on the roof, drawing triangles between the stars with his finger. At least one of them isn’t bothered by the heat and enjoys the summer.
He makes his way to the kitchen silently –yes, it was his original destination, don’t think he was going to make a detour for a lazy gamer– and without encountering anyone else. He fixes himself a glass of ice cold water and downs half of it in a gulp, exhaling loudly. The warmth inside the kitchen is still a bit too much for his liking, so after filling his glass again, Chikage goes to sit at the table in the courtyard to enjoy the tiny breeze passing there. Better than nothing.
He hears voices coming from the entrance, giggles and the sound of shoes being put away, loud in the silence of the night. The voices dim and not long after, he sees Azuma and Guy on the balcony, reaching their room. Guy opens the door and catches the sight of Chikage downstairs. He gestures to Azuma to go inside and not wait for him, and leans on the railing.
“Alone on a beautiful night like this, Utsuki?” Chikage raises his eyebrows. Guy rarely flirts like this, he must be drunk, if the rosyness in his cheeks is not from the heat.
Chikage raises his glass, ice cubes clinking “Alone with my drink. Itaru is turning the room into a sauna with his gaming.”
From upstairs, he faintly hears Guy humming disapprovingly. “That’s not good, Utsuki.”
Chikage quirks an eyebrow “Being alone?”
“That, and drinking cold water if you’re overheating.”
Chikage throws back a cheeky “Come fix that, then.”
Guy pushes himself from the railing, and meets Chikage in the courtyard. He crowds Chikage from behind and grabs the cold glass still in the other’s hand. He raises the glass up and away, a drop of condensation rolling down his exposed forearm, and sets it down on the table. Guy places a kiss behind Chikage’s ear, which blushes in turn.
Yeah, he’s definitely drunk, his breath smells like sweet liquor. He probably went to a tasting with Azuma.
He purrs in Chikage’s ear “You know, in Zahra, we usually drink hot tea when the temperature climbs. The hotter, the better.” His warm chest is pressed to Chikage’s head, who leans into it.
Guy’s hand glides along his forearm and cups his hand. “It’s so hot, you can’t even hold the glass. You have to grab it like this,” he explains and moves Chikage’s fingers along an imaginary cup, “And sip it fast.”
Their joined hands reach Chikage’s mouth, and Guy’s thumb touches his parted lips. “It raises your body temperature, and makes you sweat. That is also why the food is generally spicy.”
Chikage hums in acknowledgment, he feels himself getting hotter, but it’s not unwelcome.
He frees his hand from Guy’s, who instead goes to gently stroke his cheek. “I know you handle that kind of heat well, though. You wouldn’t sweat a drop from Zahran...cuisine”.
Caged between his arms, Chikage catches the innuendo in Guy’s choice of words. Guy’s body heat is radiating, and with it a scent of clean sweat and woodsy perfume, making Chikage dizzy.
"So, what you mean," begins Chikage, his eyes glinting, "Is that raising the body temperature to sweat is the best way to combat the heat."
Guy smiles, understanding passing in his gaze. "Precisely. Drinking tea and eating spicy food is only one of them…" he guides Chikage to look at him with a hand underneath his chin " But I can think of other ways to make you sweat."
Chikage shivers, the warm night air and Guy’s presence a heady cocktail making him slowly melt.
"Please." Is all he manages to breathe out, heat suffocating him.
Guy's mouth is like a burning brand when he finally kisses him. Chikage forgets why he even complained about the heat in the first place.