@prsmic
ever since winter had come around, it was clear that an easy way to cheer hizashi up was snow. without a doubt, the day snow began to fall, he instantly seemed livelier. his favorite weather, allowing him to bundle up and add layers upon layers until he was only recognizable as an androgynous, cryptic form. his true aesthetic.
of course, u.a. wasn’t too harsh that they’d deny the kids a snow day, even if it was on campus and technically still ‘training.’ if you meant training by ‘using your quirks and having fun, but still trying to improve them somehow.’ hizashi wasn’t going to question it.
he’d rolled up a rather impressively sized snowball, up to around his knees, bending over it a bit as he took a few soft breaths. the cold was… unpleasant whenever he breathed in, but the sensation was something he knew he’d have to adjust to, so he focused more on the soft numbness of his fingers under his gloves from pushing the snow into a single form.
now it was up to shinso, who hizashi had motioned to, pointing to the snowball and making little rolling motions with his hands before putting up a peace sign, indicating he wanted two more snowballs. hopefully that got the message across!
shinsou glanced over at the other, head lulling as he brushed his hands together in an attempt to rid them of the excess snow that seemed to stick to his gloves. the cold almost punched him in the gut when he stepped outside, but even he couldn’t avoid the small pleasures that was a snow day.
so, when he saw the teacher starting the snowman, he couldn’t resist in offering his assistance in the activity.
speaking of which -- his eyes darted upward when he saw motion out of his peripheral, watching the double sign thrown his way. he returned his own with a nod, and a thumbs up before getting to work.
the cold snow almost extended past the warmth his gloves provided him, however, without much trouble, he was able to get two fairly proportionate balls of snow toward mic.
❝ are these good ? ❞
