iwaoi as the rich kids they are, spending every winter break at a ski resort in hokkaido where they’re always snowboarding, challenging each other to races, swallowing snow every time they wipe out trying a new trick, laughing and starting snowball fights at every chance.
hajime loves, loves, loves how good the cold looks on tooru, how his cheeks and nose blush the color of raspberries, how his skin turns golden on the brightest days, with the outline of his goggles lightly etched by the sun.
and tooru loves, loves, loves how the snow suits hajime, how it clings to his lashes and his hair, how his smile turns a thousand times prettier when he’s sprawled against the snow.
and they both love the way the other rides the snowboard, too. how their stances are steady on the board, subtly hunched, how their hips sway with effortless precision as they carve side to side.
how iwaizumi takes a ramp, lifts into the air, spins once, twice, before landing cleanly, then gives tooru a smug grin and says "beat that."
how oikawa crouches low to pick up speed, how much he enjoys pulling off backflips, how he always ends by skidding to a stop, kicking up white powder as he laughs and pushes his goggles up just to look better at hajime and say, eyes shining, "easy peasy, iwa-chan!"
but most of all, they love, love, love the way the cold tastes on each other’s lips, how the tip of tooru’s nose feels so frozen against hajime’s always warm skin, how even then hajime always pulls him closer to kiss him again and again, and how tooru, delighted, lets him.
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they’re both summer boys but hell if winter doesnt suit them
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