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winter is your favourite season.
for most it definitely isn't, the cold, the snow, the ice, it all bothers people.
most people at least, but you definitely adore standing on the frozen lake while the snowflakes decorate your head. glancing towards your skates, it wasn't a total big lake but it was big enough and secluded from the large city.
puffing out softly, creating a cloud of frosty air as you gently push yourself along the ice. you honestly wish the whole ground was ice, it was much easier to move around on ice.
ice, ice, ice.
was that all you thought about?
you frown lightly at your thoughts whilst you turn around to skate backwards while admiring the snow covered trees, the temperature turning your cheeks numb.
you'll always adore the cold, probably considering your quirk works quite well with the cold.
while for others it made them stiff, you felt as if you could be in a circus at that point.
maybe not that dramatic.
you smile at yourself, brushing your thoughts away to focus onto the silent snowfall. the scraping of your skates against the ice as you twirl a little, holding your arms out as you gracefully move across the ice. closing your eyes to take in the peace, the wind brushing between your fingers.
silence was all you heard.
well apart from the scuffle of bushes.
huh?
your body slows its movements, lifting your head and opening your eyes. glancing in front of you then behind over your shoulder to meet another pair of eyes, blinking eye wide as you share eye contact for a while longer.
he was beautiful.
two tone hair, one side was white and the other was a ruby red colour. his skin complexion was slightly flush from the cold, he seems to be your age as well. the snowy atmosphere complimenting his appearance well, that's what really caught your attention. he slowly backs away, tearing his eyes away as he disappears into the cold cloudy trees.
you quickly skate forwards to the edge, stepping off the ice and shuffling a little to peer at his footsteps then to the cold misty trees.
