☃️Genre: Fluff ☃️Length: medium (389 words) ☃️AU: non despair How cute is this picture though 🥰
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Our teeth chatter as we pile into my kitchen, hands still clasped together. "I'm... so...cold!" I giggle, rushing over to fridge and pulling out the milk. "Oh, W-what are you m-m-making?" Mikan stammers, following me over to the kettle. "Hot chocolate!" I grin, pouring in some water and searching for the chocolate powder. "Oh, y-yay!" Mikan laughs, and the sound makes my cheeks flush. I pour the mixture into two cups, one shaped like a smiling snowman, and another shaped like a snowy owl, and carry it over to Mikan, who's nervously standing by the kitchen table. "Here you are! You can sit down, you know." We both sit down, cradling the cups in our frozen hands, still giddy about sledging at Death Hill. "I can't believe Nagito flipped the sledge in mid-air!" I laugh, as the image of him front flipping into the mounds of snow returns. "This w-was one of the best d-days of my life." Mikan stammers, sipping her hot chocolate. "I'm so glad I met you." She whispers, and for once, she doesn't stutter. One moment, she's staring down at her cup- and another, she's kissing me, her lips soft and warm on my frozen ones. Time melts as I wrap my arms around her, gently pulling away and resting my head on her shoulder. Neither of us speak for a moment-Until I laugh awkwardly, and Mikan joins in. "I'm so glad I met you aswell." I smile, stroking her amethyst hair. "Do you want to go and watch something?" "Sure." She smiles, and we tip toe into the living room, jumping onto the sofa. I pull the blanket over us and flick to watch her favourite Christmas film/film, Nativity/Finding Dory. The film flicks past, and eventually we both fall quiet, too tired to pay attention. The credits flutter past, and I glance at Mikan. She's fast asleep, her head resting on my lap, a small smile still on her blushing face. Gently, I brush her silky hair with my fingers, plaiting some of it absentmindedly. I check the time- 9:00 pm? I guess it's too late for her to go back home now... sleepover time, I guess!
