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Leo, in an attempt to be a gentleman, was waiting by the ladder when you slipped through the manhole above. Given the blinding daylight that announced your arrival, waiting there was the closest he could get to picking you up from your apartment and walking you to the Hamatos’ home; it was his way of being polite.
It had nothing to do with the fact that he wanted a few moments alone before the festivities properly kicked off.
…Probably.
“Hey there,” he called warmly, pushing off of the wall he’d been leaning on. He moved to the side of the ladder, subtly bracing himself to leap into action should you slip. “How was the walk?”
“Cold. Speaking of-” you reached the bottom, feet on solid ground, and Leo felt the tension drain from his shoulders- “why aren’t you under a heater? I know the way to the lair by now, you know.”
He chuckled, reaching out to take some of the gift bags you had hanging from your arm.
“Hey, hey-” you started nervously, shifting backward to dodge Leo’s extended hands. “I know those are icicle fingers- don’t you dare-”
Not his original plan, but since you brought it up… “Look out,” he warned playfully, voice low, “gonna back yourself into a corner.”
“You wish.”
He darted forwards and grabbed for your waist; predictably, you leaped to his right, and he smoothly twisted on his heel and caught you before you could make a break for it.
You shrieked as he tugged you to his plastron, tucking his face into your neck and nuzzling in as you laughed over the rattling noise from the bags.
“Caught you.”
“Yeah, yeah, very fancy- Leonardo!” His winter-chilled fingers slid up under your layers, pressing to your torso and making you squirm in his arms. “You frozen basta-”
“Language!” he reprimanded, grinning into your shoulder. “It’s Christmas.”
You twisted to catch his eye with an incredulous look. “Says the guy freezing me!”
“No vulgarity required for that, thank you.”
“What happened to peace on Earth? Good will towards men?”
“My hands were cold,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “And really, since you have the luxury of being warm-blooded, you’re the one that should be considering goodwill.”
“I’ll show you goodwill,” you grumbled. “You’re getting two mittens- stuffed with coal.”
“Now that’s the spirit.”
You wriggled again. This time he loosened his grip, standing up straight as you turned in his arms to face him.
Your playful glare didn’t last long, replaced by a soft smile that made his heart swell as you reached up and twirled the tails of his mask between your fingers. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he leaned forwards again, dropping his eyes from yours to the fingers tangled in his mask resting on his shoulder. He brushed his lips against your fingertips. “You look amazing, by the way.”
“So do you,” you mumbled. “Are those new wrist wraps?”
“Yeah, actually. April gave us our gift early.”
“They make you look even more handsome than usual.”
He smiled bashfully, looking back up to meet your gaze. “Thank you.”
You pressed your lips to his briefly before stepping back, sliding out of his arms. “C'mon, fearless,” you wrapped an arm around one of his, “let’s get going before someone thinks you got yourself kidnapped. Again.”