Akira doesn’t like to do this in public, but Hikaru never listens.“No one’s gonna

Akira doesn’t like to do this in public, but Hikaru never listens.“No one’s gonna notice,” he’d say.And with their hands clasped together inside, he’d developed a habit of rubbing his thumb over the little dents on Akira’s index and middle finger, the evidence of years and hours of holding Go stones.“Shindou, you’re itching me.” Akira’d say, but all he does is hold Hikaru’s hand tighter; what was an unchiseled, inexperienced hand has grown into a strong, warm one. It has become Akira’s own personal hand warmer.“You forgot to moisturize your fingers again.” Shindou said. Akira’s fingertips felt cold, chapped, and dry. Hikaru knew how those dents would harden and crack, especially in the winter. “Let’s do it when we get home. Wouldn’t want them hurting when you’re playing Go.” He knew it was futile to tell Akira to play less in the winter, so he was resigned to the role of reminding Akira to put some hand lotion on every now and then.Akira retreated his face behind his scarf, and nodded. “Hm.” The truth is he didn’t forget to do it; he liked it when Hikaru did it for him, rubbing the lotion into the cracks and dents gingerly with his big warm hand. He was skipping it on purpose so that he could get hand massages from Hikaru. His lips curled into a smile, hidden behind the fabric; they will go home soon, and until then he knew Hikaru wouldn’t let go.Doodle for Akihika Reboot [D1] -- source link

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