It’s so hot. Almost 90 degrees. The sun shining proudly with not a single cloud in the sky, leaving your brain dizzy from heat and a layer of sweat constantly on your forehead, strands of loose hair sticking to it like glue. That low hum of the fan is all you can hear, face kept nice and close to the subtle breeze as it slowly spins from side to side, the stupid air conditioner had broken down two days prior.

“Don’t hog up the fan, songbird.” Keigo chuckles, walking back from the kitchen with two popsicles in his hand. Cherry flavored. Your favorite. He passes one over to you before plopping down on the couch, a small sigh coming out.

“I’m gonna cook if you keep all the cool air to yourself.”