Warm Me Up (Yayninja only)
 

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Name: Izaya Hirasawa
Age: 23
Height: 5''6
Weight: Unknown
Likes: Having tea, being around people, cute stuff
Dislikes: Being alone, cold weather,
Personality: Has a tsundere personality: Cold, soft soften with a gentle side.


A blizzard ended after it hit in this small neighborhood during the harsh winter. Because of the snowplows trying to clear the roads, no buses were available and his car back at the house, Izaya had no choice but to walk back home. It took a good 30 to almost a hour for him to get back home already shivering from the cold quickly unlocking his door and heads inside. "....So...damn cold..." He mutters under his breathe, removing his long winter coat and shoes, heading for the kitchen to make a cup of tea. His ears twitched from this sudden loud noise, following it towards the heater until it made one last clink raising his eyebrow up and placed his hand on to feel the heat dying. Now, he's mad. Cursing up a storm while furiously pounding the broken heater then stops to hold his aching hand. With no heat fulling the room, the temparture started to drop and the cold was coming. Pacing into the living room with the cup and sits on the couch, he grabs about 3 blankets and wraps himself around and then pick up the phone to dials the number for the repairman.

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Name: Kenta Yojitsi
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: About 14 stone, muscled
Likes: Sports, lazy days in bed, sex
Dislikes: Vegetables, smart-asses
Personality: Kenta is cheeky, naughty, and happy-go-lucky but a hard-worker, taking pride in his DIY skills which he relies on to make money.

Kenta's duvet day was in full-swing. He'd stayed in bed all day enjoying his favourite TV shows and junk food, hoping that he wouldn't get any call-outs on what was shaping up to be a very cold winter evening. Unfortunately, his ringing work phone quickly burst that bubble and he groaned in protest before answering it. The man on the phone sounded sweet and in a lot of trouble, appealing to his heroic side "Well I can't resist a damsel in distress" he said, laughing "I'll be with you as soon as, alright? You stay warm now".

He lazily threw some clothes on and grabbed his toolbox before heading out into the bitter cold. Thankfully he had a large, strong car that would have no problem with the snow that had left so many people housebound. He arrived at the client's home in almost no time at all, shivering as he jumped out of the car. He hurried to the front door with toolbox in hand and knocked.

No transportation open. No heater working. As he waited impatiently for someone to freaking answer the phone, maybe TV can calm him down. Maybe. Holding the phone under his neck, he placed the cup down on the coffee table and grabs the remote to turn on the TV until someone answered on the other side. The guy on the other line sounded like he's a damn hero. "D-damsel!? S-some nerve calling me that, punk! Just...get y-your ass here fast!" Before slamming the phone on the receiver with his red face still lit muttering more curse words.

Inside of the home-like blanket tent he made, finishing his tea very fast hoping it'll keep him warm until the guy come. From hearing the knocking on his door which was fast, Izaya slowly gets off the couch with his tent blanket and opens the door sticking his head out of the blankets. The first thing on his mind was how....built he looks. Doubling the red in sight furrowing his eyebrows down in annoyance. "T-took you long enough!"

Kenta laughed in the small man's face, both at his inpatience and at how adorable he looked covered in so many blankets. "Nothin' like a warm welcome..." he said, sarcastically, before stepping through the doorway into the freezing flat.

"Cold in here, huh?" Kenta said, nonchalantly, before squatting down and tapping the nearby radiator, listening for anything interesting. "Where's your boiler, Blanket Boy?" he asked, poking fun at the vulnerable young man.

Izaya's face went more red, ready to punch the repairman in the face for that but he had to pulled back and buries his arms back in the blankets. "....Idiot...." He mutters under his breathe, closing the door behind.

"Yeah, it's very wonderful like fucking summertime." Izaya sarcasm said, watching him closely. "Follow me." With that, he then walks towards another door that was below the staircase, opens it up and walks down, motioning his hand for him to come.

Kenta laughed at the young man's temper and followed him to the closet under the stairs. He craned his neck over Izaya's shoulder, his breath warming the younger man's neck "A-hah" he said, slipping a muscled arm around Izaya to point at the boiler "you've got no flames lightning up in there; no flames equals no heat" then he spied something else "Oh... looks like there's more problems... the water in the pipes has frozen and cracked them, s'gonna be a long job" he sighed, slapping the young man on the back. "Sure sucks to be you, huh?"

The young man takes him down to the basement with a scowling face on He's lucky that Izaya didn't kicked him out for being a waste of time in his time now. He was ready to strike Kenta dead straight on the head by the movement only seeing in his own vision that he was pointing out the problem. "What?" And the worse didn't came yet. "Fucking what?!" Well, shit..he is right. Every single pipe is frozen. Izaya almost lost his balance managing to catch himself at the last minute and gives Kenta a death glare. "You're soooooo damn funny! You should be a freaking comedian! Asshole...." The young man mutters loudly enough for him to see and to not care. Suddenly, a gust of wind from outside came down in the area where the two were making the young man hug the blanket tightly. His body started to shiver badly from the dumb cold.

Kenta disregarded the angry young man's sarcasm "Nahhhh, I like seeing to people's pipework" he said, laughing at his own joke. "This is gonna be a difficult fix, I'll need to go back to mine and get some more equipment". He made his way back to the front door and pushed, only to bash into the door "Ow-- what the?!". He looked out the window and groaned, the snow had worsened and had half buried his car and snowed them into the building.

"Well, looks I'm staying the night" Kenta said, awkwardly scratching his head. Izaya wouldn't be happy about this.

This joke wasn't all amusing to Izaya who's eyebrow was twitching a bit, listening to what he said then trails his eyes as the man went back up to get those supplies. Only to hear bad news to worse news. The weather half buried the man's truck. And he has to stay here until the snow goes away.

It did make Izaya mad. More like beyond upset that he came back out from the basement, almost on fire in rage but it got frozen from the cold so he goes over to the couch, sits and hugs himself to get warm shivering like crazy.

Kenta could see in Izaya's face that he was angry at the situation, though he couldn't help but think that the small man's anger was adorable. He might as well make himself comfortable, he thought, sitting on the couch next to Izaya. "So, uh, can I share that quilt? I'm not immune to the cold" he asked, laughing as he shivered.

Izaya mutters under his breathe angrily on how this day just got even worse to horrible. Izaya should complaint but, it sounds stupid and pointless. Have to let it happen. His eyes didn't make contact to Kenta, opening the blanket up for him. Not because he care, he just don't want a frozen repairman in his house unable to fix his damn heater. "It's not that I care. I don't want a frozen repairman in my house." Izaya's cheeks was flushing.

Kenta beamed "Awesome stuff" he said, enthusiastically scooching up to Izaya. He wondered if he was snuggled too close to him, seeing the blush play across the man's face, but he didn't think anything of it - loudmouth Izaya would probably let him know if he had a problem.

Rather than sit there awkwardly, Kenta figured he'd be as well trying to make conversation with the angry little man "So uh... what do you like to do? Guess we might as well do something"

That vein came back upon the young man's head but had to keep his anger under, which was shitty. Hopefully, this guy won't be too annoying. Silence sounds better than talking to a person he barely has any info about or know.

"Something as in cuddle to stay warm? Hell no. And I like to stay fucking warm. Hating the winter and....doing some yoga...." Izaya mutters the last part with that blush on his face again.

Kenta rolled his eyes at the stormy young man, but came to an idea that Izaya might not shoot down "Well hey, why don't you show me some yoga? If we do it together we'll keep warm, right?"

Maybe telling him his interest in yoga wasn't a good thing. Izaya had to hide his face in the blanket and shakes his head. "U-Um...n-no! It's fine. Yoga i-is just stupid.... my body isn't a-all fit and shit...not that I'm asking you to watch! I don't c-care..." Izaya barked at Kenta.

Kenta smiled slyly "Come ooonnn, you look fit enough to me" he let slip. He laughed nervously "I'm too big for yoga to be any use to me" he said, flexing his arms "But you can show me some, maybe it'll be fun? Plus it'll warm us up" he said, laughing.

For once. He's right. Kinda. Izaya sighs under his breathe taking the blankets off and stands up to show Kenta his slender looking body which made his face go red again. "D-don't get all excited, a-hole!" Izaya bickered. He then spreads his feet completely out then bends his back so he was looking at Kenta upside-down. "Try doing this."

Kenta sat back and marveled at Izaya's flexible body, stunned by both his pliancy and his cute little bum that was currently sticking right in his face. It dawned on him that he may have stared too long before stepping up to take his turn.

"The old 'crouching tiger flying crane' huh?" he joked "I can do that no sweat, watch this" he said, cockily, though he knew he wouldn't be able to match Izaya's bendiness. With that he spread his legs a couple of paces apart and slowly bent over, although his competitiveness got the better of him and, as he tried to touch his toes, his taut jeans split with a loud 'RIP!'

Izaya had on a stoic expression while staring up at Kenta and seeing that reaction to his flexible body with no struggling or signs of straining. So now, he waited for his turn. It's gonna be a good one seeing him try and replicate.

'This will be good...' He thought in his mind, crossing his arms up against his chest to watch. Izaya stares at the man as he attempts to touch the toes. Was doing well until the rip part. The noise hit his ears so badly that he tries to hold it in by standing on his hands with his legs completely out in a split. "Gotta be honest, that was the best thing I've seen! Made my day....sadly, you can't do it correctly. Instead, help me with my positions."

Kenta groaned as he straightened himself up "Dammit, I was so close, and I went and fucked up my jeans too". He shook his head, tutting "No use keeping these on" he said, before undoing his belt and stepping out of his jeans, revealing his hairy legs and thighs and tight-fitting boxer briefs.

"Now that is impressive" he said, eyeing Izaya's splayed legs "But how can I help? You like pretty good to me..."

"Who's fault is that?" Izaya mutters to himself with his eyes closed while keeping his balance in check, opening one of his eyes to spot Kenta undressing his pants, revealing those hairy legs and thighs in that tight boxers.

He almost lost his composer but, shakes it off with his cheeks hot and red then straightens himself out and sighs. "Come over here and hold my hips while I bend forward." Crossing his arms and waits for the man to do it.