[ there's a pause as the cab pulls away from the curb, before izumi's hand reaches over for the edges of madara's scarf and tugs tight - but not too much as to constrict breathing even though it's so fuckign tempting to end this guy's life right here right now and blame the drive if asked - ]

You can keep your fucking babies. I'm not going to name my bike after whatever you named yours, and if you ever say anything like that again, I am going to take this gift back and never do it with you again. Are we clear, Mikejima?

[ his voice is low and dark, and he's pretty sure he's cutting airflow at this point but maybe madara's into that too, ugh. ]