It amuses fans that in paparazzi photos, they would always see Yuto wearing a pair of gloves that has skeleton patterns on it. No fans truly know the importance of that pair of glove to Yuto. They were probably even more precious than his drum set, or his collection of cameras, since this pair of gloves was specially bought for him on a day that has no special event. 

A day that was normal like all other days. 

On that day, Yamada Ryosuke just decided to buy him that pair of gloves.

***

“Aren’t your hands cold?” Both of them where out on a shopping spree, not really much, but wondering around together. It was then Ryosuke noticed that Yuto didn’t wear a glove, even if the weather is so cold. “I’m alright, I can just blow them like this.” He just brought his hands up to his mouth, breathing into them, and a failed attempt to keep warm in Ryosuke’s view.

Raising an eyebrow, Ryosuke took Yuto’s hands in his gloved ones, holding them and trying to bring warmth to his boyfriend’s hand. “Don’t expect me to be holding onto your hands to warm you up Nakajima.”

“Oh Yama-chan, shouldn’t you call your boyfriend by just ‘Yuto’? Or should you learn from Chinen, calling me Yuti?”

“Shut up or I’m letting you freeze to death!”

***

Yuto definitely didn’t expect his boyfriend standing in front of his house the next morning, since everyone knows how bad Ryosuke was with mornings. A hint of blush coloured his chubby cheeks, and as he greeted Yuto good morning, he pushed a paper bag into Yuto’s hands. “What’s this?”

“A present for you.”

“Ryosuke, what day is it today?”

“17 of May?”

“Right, there isn’t anything special today! Why did you-?!” Yuto was promptly stopped by a pair of soft lips on his, and he smiled gently when Ryosuke broke off and the blush on the older boy’s cheeks was now more defined. “I don’t have to have a reason to give my boyfriend a present right? Open it.”

The soft crinkle of the paper bag could be heard, and Yuto’s eyes were glistering when he saw the contents in the paper bag. It was a pair of gloves, and they were finger gloves. 

“I know you don’t like it when your hand perspires in the glove.” Ryosuke took one of the gloves and started to help Yuto wearing it. “And seriously, Ryosuke. Bones?”

A giggle escaped Ryosuke’s lips, and he couldn’t help but grin, “You’re all bones Yuto. They fit you just nice.” Lifting both of his hands, Yuto felt like he was going for trick-or-treat. “You don’t like it?” Yuto could see the older boy starting to fidget, afraid that he didn’t like the present he bought. 

Arms snaked around Ryosuke’s waist, and Yuto buried his face into Ryosuke’s hair, inhaling the strawberry scented shampoo the older boy used. “How could I not like it? It’s from you after all?”

“I’m glad then. So it can keep you warm when I’m not there to warm your hands.”

Yuto just swore that his boyfriend was the loveliest thing on Earth.