ꜱʜɪᴠᴇʀꜱ - ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱʟᴀʙʏᴜʟ x ᴍᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ
Where you are used to your hands being cold no matter the season, but the boys don't know it... and deal with it in their own ways.
ACE TRAPPOLA
"Wooo! Hey, it seems you really need a good squeeze!"
As soon as Ace discovers your little secret, he doesn't take even a second before grabbing your hands and rubbing your cold skin with energic movements, a huge grin on the face and a mischievous look in the eyes. He's about to crack a joke as freezing as your fingers, and it shows. It's just a matter of time.
"I didn't know you could be able of such a coldness... what an icy heart!"
The boy burst into laughs in front of your silence, proud of himself...
... As much as you are proud of yourself when his high-pitched screams cut the air, as soon as you attack him and put your hands on his neck; then, Ace jumps back and points a finger against you as a threat.
"That was unnecessary! Beg for my forgiveness!"
It ends in pure chaos, with you two chasing each other among the hallways of the College, bumping against everyone and almost destroying everything, till someone stops you with a good scolding or you send on the ground the wrong person - likely one of the professors.
Better run for real, now.
But now your hands are warmer, at least one bit.
It would be something to laugh about - once you both are safe and sound.
DEUCE SPADE
Deuce feels his flesh, bones and veins freeze as soon as you touch him, and he widens his eyes open, breathless.
Just for a moment, because he quickly regains his composure and gently covers your hands with his. He doesn't let them go, stroking them, and doesn't mind too much anymore how cold they are.
The boy keeps the fingers intertwined with yours till your hands warm up a bit, using his own heat to help you.
With the time - pretty quickly -, Deuce gets used to this special trait of you, and he can even start a fight if someone acts disrespectfully towards you for it. He won't think twice before kicking someone's ass, if you are involved.
Not that much secretly, when summer comes and so the heat, the boy takes your hands with any excuse and tries to find some refreshment under your palms, sighing in relief.
During winter, instead, he tries his best to find the softest, warmest gloves to give you as a gift, smiling proudly if they manage to keep your hands more protected.
Nothing like the sweet, caring way he holds them whenever you two are together, though.
TREY CLOVER
A jolt of surprise crosses Trey the first time your hands enter in contact, but he doesn't lose his smile or change expression and keeps going as before.
He doesn't even really pay much attention to the cold: it could be the nervousness, the freezing weather, a lot of things. It's only when he finds out that your hands have the constant temperature of a block of ice, that the boy starts wondering about it.
Still, not a big deal; it doesn't change who you are, your worth and importance doesn't dwell in how your hands are warm or if they are the opposite of it.
And to be fair, if they are cold, it's only another reason to hold them or lend a gentleman kiss on their back.
And the boy doesn't even hide how much he loves having them next to him: when you read side by side so they can rub softly ones against the others, or when you cook together and they inadvertently touch. Yep, he could sign for it, and the more time you spend together, the more he craves for these moments.
Bonus, if you need to warm up your hands and so you put them under his jacket or into the pockets of the uniform, you would make him so happy to take away all his words for a while. The heavy blushing speaks for him.
CATER DIAMOND
"Ah! Babe, why so cold towards me... I thought you loved me..."
A teasing menace like Ace with 10000+ of flirting in it, and he does nothing to hide it.
From this moment, here and there and when he wants to bother you a bot, Cater starts calling you with nicknames implying the coldness of your hands, but always paying attention to not cross the limits and avoid rudeness: just to see you huff or reply at him with that tongue of yours.
What a bottom
He can be a bit annoying sometimes, but really, the boy doesn't have anything against your trait. The opposite, because...
Because, even if he won't admit so no matter what, Cater really loves, craves and begs for that powerful shiver that slips under his skin and the heat that immediately follows when you rub your fingertips on his knuckles or back hands.
It's a force he cannot win, only accept; and for this, you cannot even count the kisses and strokes your palms receive, of course whenever you are too busy doing your things to see that coming.
"No, I wasn't kissing your hands, I just fell right on them..." "A kiss? No, it had to be a bite, but then I changed my mind and didn't want to scare you." "It was only a joke. Forget about it."
Screams, cries and a million tears the day Cater sees you wearing a pair of gloves. In the end you have to take them away or he won't let anyone live their day in peace.
What a real bottom-
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
From the first moment you two meet, Riddle is one of the few persons who doesn't flinch at the contact with your hand.
It should bring a smile on your face and some hope, but it doesn't, since the gloves he always wears prevent him from knowing the truth, and they are the reason for this exception.
Something you don't have the pleasure to forget, instead.
So, as the relationship with Riddle goes on, you dare to touch him only where and if his skin is protected by the fabric - and where it's thick enough to not let the cold pass. You are aware of the unfairness of the entire thing and that soon or after you will have to reveal your secret, but you choose to enjoy this pleasant lie before the bitter truth.
Because there is no way Riddle could accept it. After all this time, you know too well that people don't like your touch. And you cannot hope for a miracle just because you want it so hard it hurts.
So better bathing into this weak sun before it sets forever, and be ready to face what awaits after.
You are perfectly aware that like every revelation, it will happen when you least expect it and in the worst possible moment...
... But fate seems to smile at you, because the truth comes out during a winter morning so cold even the boiling water could freeze. So why not play a bit and blame the freezing day for prolonging the fairytale a bit longer?
For this, when you help Riddle to take off the gloves that accidentally got drenched and your fingers graze his skin, you hide the discomfort at seeing him jolting and smile shyly. The show will be great. "Forgive me, next time I will remember my own gloves... today I will have to bear with my own cold hands."
"Hands colder than usual, you mean."
.
You need time, a lot, to gather the words to reply; and even when they are all on your tongue, you fail to speak properly. "Colder than... usual?"
Perfectly at ease, Riddle stares at you with his big blue eyes, a serious expression on the face but not a hint of mockery. He keeps the silence for another moment, then a flash of scolding crosses his face. "You know what I am talking about. Don't hide yourself."
Since when??? "... And still you didn't complain about it a single moment?"
The boy gives you a puzzled look. "Complaining for what? Just because you have cold hands? It's not a sin."
"AH."
Riddle stays still for a moment more, then a slight smile paints his features, and his fingers tap yours. "Your hands, please."
A flash of fear crosses your eyes, and for a moment you think to hide them under your clothes; but the tone of his voice is so calm, so soothing and steady, you cannot help but offer them, eventually, and sigh softly.
His fingertips trace your palms, as if he was drawing on them, then closes your hands into his, holding them tightly and giving them a gentle but firm tug. "Next time, don't be afraid to let your hands feel me. Understood? Don't make me turn these words into an order."
Now it's your time to smile: slowly, but truly. "... Understood."
"Good. Now let's go, we cannot blame the cold even for our delay."
Well, this time, the pure truth was even better than a golden illusion, after all.
