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The sidewalk is icy under Hizashi’s boots as he walks to the arcade for the fifth time this week. The walk from school isn't long but it's still cold . Winter hit Japan in a whirlwind of soft snow fall to harsh blizzard-like storms in the span of a couple weeks and Hizashi despises it. He hates the big stuffy coat his mom made him put on as he was rushing out the door this morning, he hates the way he can't feel his toes after walking for only 20 minutes, he hates the way the UA uniform does nothing against the harsh cold, and he totally hates (loves) the way the cold makes Aizawa’s nose turn slightly red and sorta runny. He should find it gross but the way Aizawa looks up from his phone as he approaches him with his eyes tired and his gray scarf completely hiding his mouth… Hizashi is a weak weak man. He can blame the slight blush on his cheeks on the cold anyways.
Aizawa slides his phone into his pocket as Hizashi smiles widely, “Yo! Have you been waiting long?” Hizashi says bright. Aizawa shakes his head and rubs his hands together to try and warm them up. “Oboro coming?”
Aizawa shrugs and opens his mouth to speak but stops as his eyes shift behind Hizashi, his eyes slightly widening before he slides to the side. Hizashi opens his mouth to speak and instead yelps loudly as he gets cut off by a very cold, very hard snowball that pelts him in the back of his head, glasses flying off his face. Hizashi whips his head around to see a bent over Oboro, belly laughing with his hands on his knees. He can hear Aizawa snicker behind him.
It takes Hizashi no longer than 3 seconds to bend down, scoop up as much snow as he can, form it into an almost ball shape and hurl it back at Oboro. The throw shifts some of the snow off of his coat hood down the back of his shirt and Hizashi squirms. The melting snow on his neck is so worth it when his snowball hits Oboro on the crown of his head as he's still bent over laughing, the surprise of him getting hit back sends him flailing and sliping, falling on his ass, hard . Now it's Hizashi's turn to laugh, loud and bright.
Hizashi whips his head around to glare at Aizawa behind him, “Why didn't you warn me?! You saw him coming didn't you?” Hizashi said, voice too bubbly to even sound like he's actually mad. Aizawa’s eyes crinkle the way Hizashi knows he's hiding a slight smile under his big scarf.
In hindsight Hizashi probably should've thought his next actions through a bit more, but alas he is (to put it simply) a little dumb when it comes to Aizawa. Hizashi reached behind his head to shovel all of the snow still sitting in his jacket hood and made an attempt at flinging it at Aizawa. Hizashi’s hands are so cold it's hard to move his fingers as some of the snow splats perfectly on Aizawa’s face, what he did not necessarily plan for was the adorable face Aizawa makes as snow hits his red nose, scrunching it, gasping, and throwing his hands up and quickly trying to wipe the snow off. Oboro is now laughing harder on the cold concrete behind them.
Aizawa is sputtering trying to get all of the snow off him as he glares at Hizashi, if there wasn't snow in Aizawa’s eyelashes that makes his dark eyes almost sparkle, Hizashi might've sensed the danger he just put himself into. Oboro says something behind him, probably a warning but Hizashi is too busy still ogling at Aizawa he doesn't even register what he’d doing, Aizawa has bent down, gathered a ton of snow at his feet and is grinning like a madman about to sandwich Hizashis face between his snow filled palms.
At seventeen if you would have told Hizashi that the boy in front of him who is about to obliterate his face with snow would be his future husband, little Hizashi would have probably fainted.
At thirty-one Hizashi is in his warm bed next to his very warm husband Shota Aizawa, and he's content. It's snowing softly outside, the windows slightly fogged up, icicles on the windowsill reflecting the moon making them sparkle. Hizashi turns to his husband who is steadily sleeping, his dark hair is wiry and there's a few grays here and there, drool is tempting to dribble down his stubble covered chin, and Hizashi thinks he's never seen someone so beautiful.
The light peering through their bedroom door widens as Hizashi looks up to see a small Eri peeking behind the door. He smiles and reaches to his hearing aids on his bedside table and swiftly puts them in as he softly pads to the door. Eri is looking up at him with her big red eyes, her hands woven together nervously.
Hizashi crouches down to her eye level, “What's up little listener? Can't sleep?” Hizashi says as he closes the door behind him not to wake up Shota, Eri nods and looks like she's on the verge of saying something but is having an internal battle whether to or not.
“Remember that movie we watched the other night? The Christmas one?” Hizashi nods, all three of them were bundled up on the couch in a big fluffy blanket, hot cocoa on the table in cute mugs and Hizashis arms around either of them. Shota softly snored on his shoulder and Eri’s eyes glued to the screen in wonder. “When they threw snow at each other it looked really fun… Do you think we can do that sometime?” Eri looked up at him with pleading eyes, (not pleading at all Hizashi just can never say no to her) and he nodded excitedly.
“A snowball fight? Of course we can sweetheart! You know me and your dad used to have them all the time when we were kids,” He leaned in a little closer and whispered, “I always beat him though, don't tell him I told you.” Eri giggled lightly and smiled wide. Her little dimples will be the death of him.
Hizashi ruffled Eri’s hair as he stood back to full height and walked her back to her room. Tucking her in and kissing her on the forehead, promising they will have the best snowball fight tomorrow. He tiptoed back to his and Shota’s room and crawled under the covers.
Shota automatically curls around him, sighing. “Is she okay?” Shota grumbled into Hizashi’s chest. He hummed in response, softly running his fingers through his husband's hair.
“She wants to have a snowball fight tomorrow.” Hizashi giggles through his words, feeling Shota’s smile rather than seeing it.
“Guess i'm gonna kick your ass tomorrow,” Shota jokes as he pulls Hizashi impossibility tighter.
“Hah hah sure you are.” Hizashi says as he takes out his hearing aids and reaches to put them in the charging case, a tap on his chest has him looking back to Shota, his eyes almost closed with how tired he is as he lifts his hand to sign ‘I love you’. Hizashi’s heart swells and he signs it back.
Shota sighs as he finally closes his eyes, swiftly going back to sleep like it's nothing. Hizashi lays, and soon goes to sleep with his arms around his husband like they should be, and he dreams about teenage him and teenage Shota and Oboro, and it's a happy dream.