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By the time you managed to wake up and turn over onto your side, you come to two very important realizations.
You slept past your alarm. And outside your window, everything is very, very white.
It’s an odd sight to see while your mind is still hazy with sleep. Truthfully, you just want to close your eyes again and drift off once more. Even though the bed is now almost unforgivingly cold due to your husband’s early riser lifestyle. But the dread of fully coming to terms with the fact that you slept past your alarm now that you’re looking at your digital alarm clock right by your bed have you springing up and stumbling out of bed. You’re late for work. You’re so, so late and you don’t remember being that tired before going to bed. You don’t even remember turning off your alarm or hitting snooze. You don’t remember any of it.
It’s a mad scramble to get your clothes out for the day. Ducking in and out of the closet to find the thing that needed the least amount of ironing. Digging through sock drawers and underwear drawers to find something appropriate and comfortable to work. Checking to see if your phone, your laptop, your everything was on the charger last night. Looking out the window for split second in between reading about how the office would be closed today due to last night’s snowstorm. Checking to see if-
Wait a minute… Like everything this morning, your thoughts are slow to catch up with your eyes. But it takes a second read-through of the company-wide email sent by your boss and another look outside your window to finally take it all in. Last night’s snowstorm…?
Sure enough, as you step closer to the window and peek through the slightly cracked blinds, a cold chill comes over you as you see it. Or, at least, you see the remains of it. Your neighborhood all cloaked in a thick white blanket under a bright and shining sun. Possibly a couple of inches high. It covers the trees and the roofs of the houses nearby. It coats the road and refuses to show any little piece of the sidewalks you’re so used to walking. Anything, everything you lay your eyes upon is covered in snow. Beautiful, soft-looking, untouched snow .
It inspires a feeling of wonder inside of you. You can only vaguely recall the reports from the on-TV meteorologists speaking about an upcoming snowstorm in between talks-backs of recent villain attacks while you and your husband prepared for bed last night. But you never really made it any mind. At the time, it felt like a mindless drone. Simply in one ear and immediately out the other. But now that it’s here- now that’s sitting all right in front of you, waiting to be explored. You can’t help but feel excited. You can’t help but feel happy. You haven’t seen this much snow since- well, you haven’t seen this much snow in forever.
A smile cross over your face as you begin to think about what you could do with your day. With your office closed due to weather conditions, much of your work day would be reduced to sending and reading emails since all your paperwork was left at work. That gave you plenty of time to do whatever you wanted to do. To not commute to work. To eat all the snacks you want at any point in the day. To not have to sit through meetings that could have been summarized in a well-worded group message. To sleep way, way, way past your alarm and still not have to worry about sitting in front of the computer for a while. To not have to change out of your super cute and comfy pajamas and exchange them for a thrown-together business casual get-up. To just wake up, roll around, and play in the perfectly white, perfectly untouched snow-
Except, it isn’t untouched.
No , as you look closer you begin to notice that there’s something there among the beautiful snow that’s draped all in front of your house. Or rather, someone . Their movements are rough, yet fluid as they move with their back toward you. From your spot up high in the bedroom, you found it a little difficult to discern their actions. And that big, black, heavy-looking snow coat they’re wearing doesn’t help either. But for a quick moment, you see them turn and walk towards your house. And while you’re not in a position to get a good enough view of the person’s face, you’re easily able to see a large shovel being held between in their hand.
And the mess of platinum blonde hair that pops almost out of nowhere as a gloved hand reaches up and pushes down the hood of the jacket.
You don’t know how, but the smile on your face grows impossibly wider as you spot your husband outside- already dressed for the elements. With no hesitation, you find yourself turning on your heel, haphazardly throwing on a pair of slippers, and making a beeline for the stairs. You’re practically stumbling over your own feet as your reach the bottom, and yet your childlike laughter never ceases. Not even for a moment.
Because with all the fanfare in the world, you find yourself in front of the front door in nothing but a pair of shorts and one of his old t-shirts- one of the prototypes where his hero name is spelled wrong- which you know will do nothing but invite in a bit of a sniffle if you stay out here too long. And with that same level of fanfare, you find yourself reaching for the doorknob, closing your fist around it, and throwing it open much to your boyfriend’s surprise. But that doesn’t stop you. It doesn’t stop you from smiling or laughing. It doesn’t stop you from taking a step. And another one. And another one. It doesn’t stop you from racing toward him. All out in the cold. All out in the snow.
And it doesn’t stop him from throwing the shovel to do ground, the tool making a loud clang as it lands on a part that’s been evidently taken care of by his shoveling abilities. All so he could race towards you and catch you as you throw yourself out into the cold. Out into the snow.
In right into his warm, warm, warm embrace.
“ Stupid extra ,” Katsuki says the moment he’s able to pull you in and hold you close, rocking you side to side out of pure instinct alone. He doesn’t shy away with his insults even though you’ve been married for years now. And you don’t want him to either. Because part of your mind has already registered the fact that your fingers are growing red with cold. Part of your mind has already registered the fact that a slight wind chill is biting at your legs. And part of your mind has already registered the mess of snow that has taken over your perfectly good house slippers. But the other part of your mind? “What the hell are you doing out here dressed like this ? You wanna’ get sick and die or something ?!? You weren’t even supposed to come out here until I was done !”
That’s the part that just can’t help but smile. The part that can’t help but laugh. The part that can’t help but hold him even closer.
“Hehe! Sorry, Katsuki…”
The part of you that just can’t help but be happy and be warm.
“...I just wanted to come outside and see everything…”
The part of you that can’t help but love the feeling of waking up to the sight of beautiful, beautiful snow.
“I just wanted to come outside and see you .”
The part of you that can’t help but love the fact that you get to share this feeling with someone you love too.
“ Tch .”
Even if he has a funny way of sharing those same feelings back with you.