#O14 - Cold

Ohma emerged victorious from his match with Inaba Ryo with only minor wounds. As he returned, you smiled.

"You did so well." You complimented him. He simply nodded in thanks. You realize he's probably caught on to what you're trying to do.

The three of you were walking to the hotel rooms when Inaba Ryo's employer had caught up and had a talk with Kazuo. They had made a bet or something, however Ohma shut it down and declined. Kazuo had no choice.

The three of you arrived back at your hotel rooms. The first few matches were officially over. You and Ohma were in his room.

You started to wipe away the blood on his body and treated his bruise and wounds. You gently patted a wet cloth on the bloody areas. You couldn't help but notice his features while doing this. His fairly long eyelashes. Naturally good looking eyebrows. Dark eyes. His well built body. His muscular arms. The way he always looked serious with his resting face. He's so pretty.

Little did you know, he was also admiring you too. He admired your (H/C) hair. He loved your (E/C) eyes. Your smile he was greeted with everyday. He loved it. But of course, he's still Ohma so he wouldn't admit nor show any of those feelings. He kept things to himself. That's the way it is.

"Ohma, turn around. It's time for your back." You told him. He did so and you soon began to take care of his back too.

"Done! You can take a shower now without worrying about staining the floors with the blood." You said. He thanked you before turning to look at you.

You stared at eachother. His hand slowly moved up to your face. You were getting ready for a kiss until he spoke up.

"F/N L/N, some of my blood got on your cheek." He noticed. You blushed in embarrassment, feeling stupid. You wanted to bash your head against a concrete wall.

"Oh, i'll go wash it off-"

Your sentence was stopped. He wiped off the blood with his thumb and he licked it.You almost exploded.

"O-Ohma?! What was that?!""What?""You licked your own blood off of me!""Ah, you're so damn loud..." He muttered.You pouted."Hurry up and shower. Go, go!" You rushed him, pulling him out of the bed and shoving him into the bathroom.

You sighed, plopping down onto the bed. You buried your face into one of the pillows. It was so soft and comfortable.

You turned and laid on your back, stared at the ceiling before touching your cheek. Ohma is extremely unpredictable these days.

It was midnight at that point. You felt tired and your eyes were heavy. You fell asleep.

A few minutes later, Ohma left the bathroom. His hair and body was wet with a towel around his waist, covering up his lower half. Hot showers always made him feel a lot more refreshed.

Quietly, he tiredly groaned, slicking his hair back with his hands. He dressed himself up, still keeping his towel on. He had shorts on but couldn't find a shirt. He recalled that you re-arranged his things since you got irritated looking at how messy everything was.

He slowly shook your shoulder, calling your name trying to wake you up.

"F/N L/N, where'd you put my shirts?" He asked you. Suddenly you pulled him onto the bed with you, engulfing him into a bear hug. You mumbled sleepily. Ohma tried to wiggle to get out.

"Oi, let me g-" He began but he stopped himself. He was tired, that's for sure. It would be even more tiring waking you up. He was already on the bed.

"Oh, well."  He thought. And with that, he loosened up and wrapped his arms around you as well. The two of you slept, recharging your bodies as you kept eachother warm.

So close to eachother yet so far.

1:05 AM, you had woken up whilst Ohma had fallen asleep. When you opened your eyes, they widened and almost popped out of your eyesockets. You were greeted with a muscely chest. You turned extremely red. Your face became hotter than the sun. You distanced your face away but didn't move your body because you were a little bit scared to.

You looked up to see it was Ohma. You cooled down, sighing in relief.

"So it's just Ohma...I thought I had gotten drunk again and had a one night stand with one of the other fighters. That would have been chaos."  You thought to yourself.

You closed your eyes.

"Just Ohma."

Yawning, you inched closer to him. It was about 2 in the morning. You realized Ohma was shirtless and only wearing shorts while the air conditioning was on. You were fully dressed but still felt cold so you couldn't imagine how cold it would be for him.

The two of you were laying on the blanket, so you had to wake him up.

"Ohma, Ohma." You called out to him. He groaned."Get up, the blanket." You said."Cold..." He muttered."I know. I'm trying to get the blanket but we're laying on it."

He got up, half asleep and groggy. His hair was even messier and more seaweed like. He rubbed his eyes.

You spread the blanket so you guys could use it.

He laid back down and covered himself up to his shoulders with it. You laid on the right side of the bed, further away from him.

Ohma's eyes were heavy. He finally closed them and he fell asleep. A few minutes later, he had woken up. He tried to fall back asleep but to no avail.

He turned around only to be greeted by you looking at him with sleepy eyes.

"Cold." You mouthed. He nodded his head, gesturing for you to come closer.You rolled over to him and he wrapped his arms around you as soon as you came close to him.

His body heat warmed you up. This was the safest you'd ever felt in your entire life. Even this situation outdoes a hella good smoking session. Your heart and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"Don't leave yet." He said, his voice deeper and rougher. You huddled yourself closer to him, your forehead on his chest."Alright." You whispered in reply.

Maybe it was the fact you were half asleep? Maybe it was because you felt tired? Maybe it was because the two of you were intimate at this moment? Ohma Tokita, A man you had met by a convenience store, when you felt lonelier than ever.

A man who seems cocky and arrogant, but hidden deep down, a man who's been a lone wolf his entire life until he had met his late master, who too left him. A man who wants to prove to others that he isn't weak, because the feeling of inferiority haunts him everyday. A man who is unknowingly so loving and gentle, but won't admit it. A man who has sides that only you have seen.

A man you fell in love with like the fizzing of soda pop. Sudden but engulfing and bites at your throat.

You were in love with Ohma Tokita. And you want him. You wanted him to know. You wanted him to feel the same way.

You concluded that you'd tell him how you felt within 3 days. And with that, you finally found peace as you fell asleep in his arms.

Ohma felt an unexplainable warmth in his heart. He loved having you close. He couldn't tell what the two of you were anymore, and your talk back in the smoking room made him feel upset. He caught on that you probably weren't interested in him the time you pushed him away before he went for his fight.

He dug his face into your hair. You smelled like strawberry shampoo. A sweet scent.

He felt his heart aching as your cheek pressed against it. He loved you but he didn't know. He had never felt romantic love before. He just knew it was a weird feeling.

You both fell asleep, waiting for the morning to arise.