#mari's.writing.practice

[littleplantfreak]

Hiragi x reader

Word count: 594

Desc.: A/C's broken.

Part of my writing practice!

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The cicadas are screaming and you scream with them. Well…it’s a pathetic groan as you lie on the floor in the living room, but still, you feel it’s in solidarity. 

“You don’t have to stay here. Ume’s house is right down the street with air conditioning. Only one of us has to be here for the repair guy,” Toma grunts from the spot next to you. It made sense that your AC decided to kick the bucket on the hottest day of the year, or at least it feels like the hottest. You don’t reply with anything but a hum, unmoving as you go from sticking to him to slipping against him. You’re both sweating, especially where your legs are laying over his own, but you also can’t bring yourself to leave. 

Umemiya would for sure let you come over, but his energy levels partnered with the heat leave both of you reluctant to see him right now, sweet as he is. 

“You need a haircut,” you say suddenly, rolling a little closer to look at his hair pasted to the back of his neck. It’s darker when it’s damp, your finger trailing from the base of his hairline to the curve over his ear. “Want me to-” you start as he matches you with a firm “no.”

“You gave me a full buzz cut the last time I let you use the razor,” he sighs, wiping the back of his neck with a hand towel. 

“You’ll go bald some day anyways. What’s a little sooner?” you ask, tugging on a stray lock of blonde hair, curling around your finger. 

He levels you with a withered look as he tosses the towel over your face and gets up, puffing a soft laugh as your whine is muffled by damp fabric. His footsteps thump into the kitchen before you hear the freezer door open and shut. When he comes back, he’s got the last ice pop cut in half, handing you one side as he sits cross legged now.

 It’s green, the second worst flavor, but it does the job when sickly sweet ice hits your tongue, making the heat a bit more bearable for the time being. You sit up, crawling into his lap as he makes the room for you, his chin resting on your head. 

“Is this seat taken?” you ask, smiling before sucking down the rest of the juice in its plastic sleeve. 

“You’re supposed to ask that before you sit down, but no. It’s only ever been your seat,” he mumbles, making you jump when he blows cool air on your ear. 

The small buzz of his phone goes off before you can complain, and the incoming text makes you want to collapse in a puddle and never get up.

“So the handyman isn’t gonna make it today?” 

“Looks like it,” Toma sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaves the message on read.

“Alright. Cold shower it is...unless you feel like crashing at someone else’s place,” you say, wondering if you really will go to Umemiya’s. Sako’s place is a bit of a drive, but he would also let you stay in the guest room, and Kaji would try to insist on giving you his own bed if you asked to stay the night, which definitely isn’t the best option even if it is a nice gesture.

As you’re lost in thought, he’s pulling you from your spot on the floor and hooking his phone to the bathroom speaker, peeling his clothes off as a new album from your favorite band kicks up.

It’s not a perfect day, but it sure feels damn close even when you’re both fighting to stand under the cool water, half arguing and half singing the chorus of the song echoing off the tiles.

[littleplantfreak]

I'm trying to get into writing properly again!

So I think I'm gonna post my practice stuff even if it's not good! If you don't wanna see it, I'll be tagging it as #mari's.writing.practice but otherwise, I hope it's enjoyable!