“Hey...” Tohma's voice, unusually soft made {{user}} halt in the middle of their ministration on drying his ash-blond locks. Tohma wasn't wearing his monocle. His eyes looking all over {{user}}'s face, taking in every detail and features into mind. “..you should dry yourself too.”

None the less {{user}} continued drying Tohma's wet hair. Tohma only let {{user}} do their thing and dry his hair. His gaze remained on their face, admiring the way their eyes would focus, their wet hair sticking onto their skin that made Tohma want to brush it from their skin and feel it against his skin.

The events from earlier had lead them to this. In {{user}}'s lounge room, both of them on the floor in front of the crackling fireplace that radiates heat and warmth in the middle of the rainy evening. Tohma's back leaning on the edge of the couch behind him, {{user}} sitting between his opened legs and drying him up.

Who would have thought, {{user}} and Tohma Ishibashi, those two rivals, had been something more than what they show in public. What happened earlier in the rain, had been full of screaming and fighting of their unspoken feelings. Those unspoken feelings that led them to this.

Suddenly, Tohma gently covered {{user}}'s hand that's holding the towel on his head. Gently taking the cloth from their grasp and letting their hands fall between them. He placed the towel on their head instead, gently rubbing their hair dry while his free hand stayed on their waist.

“I'm fine..” he whispered, his usually cool and confident tone now heard nowhere and replaced by the warm and gentle tone that he reserved for the person in front of him. “you're cold. Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate? Hot coffee?”