Iwaizumi – #15 Warming each other up
A biting wind races across the street, it’s sting cutting against Iwaizumi’s cheeks. He shivers, irritated at the sudden cold front that’s impeded upon his run. The forecast hadn’t called for temperatures this low the night before, so he predicted he’d be fine to do his normal route this morning.
The numbing of his toes says otherwise.
At this rate, he’ll be lucky to feel any of his extremities by the time he gets home. He doesn’t want to think about what his face looks like, the scarf he opted to use constantly losing its tension and sliding down. He really should have invested in that full coverage mask Oikawa kept bugging him to get.
Not that he’ll ever admit his friend was right.
Rounding another corner, the sight of your house brings a sudden warmth to his chest. He’s been crushing on you for the better part of the year but he’s never had the guts to do anything about it. Now, desperate to get out of the frigid air, he slides off his pride and races the distance to get to your front door.
He can barely feel the impact of his hand banging against it.
You open the door, eyes wide when you see just who it is seeking refuge this early.
“Iwaizumi-san! What on earth are you doing out in this weather?”
“I-I-I, di..didn’t expect it…t-t-t-o be…t-t-this cold,” he explains as you usher him inside.
It’s warm, almost hot but he can barely feel it.
“Sheesh, you look half frozen,” you admonish, drawing him towards a roaring fire. “Sit here while I get you some tea.”
He thanks you through chattering teeth, mentally slapping himself for allowing you to see him behave like such an idiot. Settling next to the hearth, he extends his hands, huffing a sigh of relief when feeling begins to return to them.
“Take your shoes and socks off, they’re soaked,” you say, but before he can move to do so, you’re already kneeling next to his legs, nimble fingers undoing the laces and tugging both off. Without pause, you begin vigorously rubbing his naked feet and he’s so thankful your back is to him because he knows his face resembles a cherry at this point.
Now that he knows they’ll support his weight, Iwaizumi leans back on his hands, staring at your back. You keep rubbing, hands working magic on his skin igniting embers deep in his stomach.
“There,” you say, satisfied smile on your face as you turn to face him, “no need to amputate.”
He smiles weakly, unsure what to do at this point. He knows what he wants to do, if the tingle in his lips is anything to go by, but despite his ability to move freely once more, he still feels frozen.
Standing up, you offer him a hand which he declines with a polite shake of his head, easily standing on his own thanks to your administration of friction to his numb limbs. He wiggles his toes experimentally and you giggle, the sound pulling more heat to his face.
He hates that he blushes so easily around you.
“Glad to see you’re warmed up,” you remark, but frown when you eye the tea on the table. “Guess I should have waited to make it. Here, I’ll heat it up.”
Iwaizumi isn’t sure what’s gotten into him, but as you reach past him towards the cup, he catches your hand, drawing you into his arms instead. Face blazing at his bold action, he nevertheless continues, wrapping his arms around you securely. At first you’re rigid, clearly surprised, but when he feels you relax into his hold he exhales the breath he was holding.
“Thanks,” he says simply, brushing a delicate kiss to your cheek.
When he pulls back, he’s please to see a hint of pink dusting them. Seems he can warm you up too.
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