And Kai Makes Three

Shouto's fingers brush against Neito’s own and that cool familiar touch, that rush of icy cold racing through him as his husband’s right hand touches him, has Neito half sobering up from his punch drunk exhaustion already.

Shouto starts to pulls his hand back with a frown. “Shit no, I didn’t mean to–”

He cuts off as Neito takes his hand and pulls it closer, dragging Shouto’s knuckles against his own cheek and the back of his neck in an effort to wake himself up even further.

“Can’t sleep yet,” he mumbles, absently pressing Shouto’s icy palm to his lips before finally letting go to rub tiredly at his eyes. “Still need to… tell you what happened.”

“I see,” Shouto says, a huff of amusement escaping him as he finally shifts the car into drive. “Are we finally going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

“Not an elephant,” Neito mumbles, icing over his own hands with the borrowed quirk and pressing his now freezing palms against his cheeks. “Kai.”

Shouto glances in the rearview mirror at the small child passed out sleeping in their backseat. “Ah see, I was so sure it was an elephant.”