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#Yowamushi Pedal #Yowapeda #Makishima Yuusuke #Yuusuke Makishima

巻ちゃん、お誕生日おめでとう～！

お祝いムードは楽しい🥳

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dunno if anyone else has noticed but makishima's hair reminds me of rejoice shampoo

#yowapeda #makishima yuusuke #yuusuke makishima #lunti talks #not the exact colors but it's really close lol

May I ask for SFW 2, Makiara?

Makiara + getting snowed in

As Yuusuke stares out of his bedroom window, he suspects movie night is cancelled. Snow sprays past at an angle, not yet the vicious storm news reports claimed it would transform into. He adjusts his hold on his phone, which has vibrated for the past hour as his friends messaged to apologise that they wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. Jin. Shingo. Samekichi. Jinpachi. Some of the other guys in Jinpachi’s cycling club who Jinpachi had invited along.

Yuusuke sighs, and he is still by the window when his mother comes in.

“Oh, Yuusuke, dear. One of your friends is at the door,” she says, and his brow furrows as he turns to her.

Someone actually turned up. Someone braved the wind’s snarled breath, its snow spit, and actually came. His mind whirls as he makes his way to the front door. With every step, he tries to figure out who it is by process of elimination, mentally crossing off those who confirmed they wouldn’t be able to come. He still doesn’t know who it could be when he arrives at the front door, and when he opens it, he blinks.

“Hi,” says who Yuusuke recognises as Yasutomo, one of Jinpachi’s friends. The guy bares his teeth. Yuusuke thinks he’s smiling. At least, he’s trying to smile. “I brought rice balls. You like them, right?”

“I do,” says Yuusuke, staring too much, and he steps aside as Yasutomo shuffles out of the darkness and into the bright entrance room.

Yasutomo reaches Yuusuke and holds up a plastic tub. When Yuusuke raises his hands to accept it, Yasutomo plonks the tub into his grasp and continues forward, trekking in snow. Within a few paces, Yasutomo’s slow strides start to falter until he stops completely, and he surveys his surroundings with his face faintly scrunched. The wind has whipped his cheeks pale, leaving him with a pink nose.

He sniffs loudly then snaps his head around, setting his eyes on Yuusuke.

“So is everyone else already in your room?” asks Yasutomo. Yuusuke scratches his chin sheepishly.

“I think you’re the only one coming, sho.”

Yasutomo gawks at Yuusuke. “Huuuh?”

Yuusuke nods, cringing a bit.

“The weather report said there’s a snow storm coming,” he tells him. “The roads are going to be dangerous, sho.”

“Then the others should have fitted fat studded tires and flat pedals onto their bikes,” says Yasutomo. He throws up his hands. Some snow dislodges from his coat. “I did.”

A shudder ripples through Yasutomo and his features contort, like he’s about to yawn or sneeze, but he doesn’t and his mouth crumples shut. It leaves him with a sour expression. Yuusuke frowns.

“If you don’t head off soon, the storm will be too bad for you to go anywhere before the morning,” Yuusuke points out. Yasutomo cocks his head at him, quirking his brow.

“So...?” says Yasutomo. “You’ve got spare beds, don’t ya? Or are you worried about letting a feral animal into your fancy smancy house?”

“No!” Yuusuke promises quickly, showing him his palms. “I mean that’s fine with me, sho! But it’s just gonna be us two.”

“That doesn’t matter,” replies Yasutomo. He twitches his head back and flashes his teeth. “That means more snacks for us, right?”

Yasutomo jerks his thumb toward himself and smirks. Within a few seconds, Yuusuke’s face matches the one opposite him and he gives a nod.

“So, what movies have you got?” asks Yasutomo.

Yuusuke beckons to him. “I’ll show you my collection, sho.”

Despite being in an age of technology where digital formats are becoming more and more commonplace, Yuusuke keeps a physical collection in a wooden unit in his room, painted in garish colours chosen back when he was twelve. Yasutomo squats by the unit, browsing through the selection of cases, and lets out a bark of glee.

“I haven’t seen this in years!” he says, and he takes out a DVD case to show to Yuusuke.

“‘The Year Without a Santa Claus’?” Yuusuke reads aloud, surprised that Yasutomo has seen it at all. Yuusuke only watched it because his brother gave him the DVD years ago as a joke gift. It’s an American movie from the seventies that Yuusuke found... endearing.

“S-Sure,” says Yuusuke, recollecting himself. Yasutomo puts it into the player, sits next to Yuusuke on the bed and opens the plastic tub of rice balls, offering them to his companion. Yuusuke plucks one out and eats it.

“Made them myself,” brags Yasutomo while Yuusuke chews. They’re good.

“I have bepsi,” replies Yuusuke once he has swallowed. “I didn’t make it though. I got the cans from a shop.”

Yasutomo laughs. Yuusuke can’t detect any mean-spiritedness and grins, blushing a little.

They sit together on the bed, sharing rice balls and swigging from soft drink cans as they watch the stop motion animated movie, and when the movie ends, the snow storm has them trapped inside its wailing. However, neither of them so much as glance at the window, and by the end of the third movie, they’re slumped together, sound asleep.

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