# 15 with Aone :3

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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