it starts innocent. like just two cute little snowballs, a playful “catch me if you can,” very hallmark channel-coded.
but the MOMENT you land ONE snowball directly on his forehead? he BLINKS. recalculates. activates the metavision.
suddenly he’s crouched behind a bench like he’s tracking a striker on the field. analyzing your throw arc. predicting the wind pressure. this is not a game anymore.
starts building snowballs with terrifying speed. man’s hands are a blur. it looks like he’s shucking oysters.
miss girl, he creates a full ammo pile. like 40 snowballs. for WHAT. for WHO.
every time you peek your head out, a snowball SNIPES you from some impossible angle. you’re like “yoichi, what the hell is that arm strength?!”
he shouts “ADAPT TO ME!! ADAPT TO ME!!” like you’re running drills.
finally you give up, walk straight at him with your hands up… and he immediately softens like a baby deer. “wait– no– come back– i wasn’t done–”
he brushes snow out of your hair like he didn’t just pelt you for 15 minutes straight. kissing your cold cheeks, apologizing, and then asking if you want a rematch (you do not).
itoshi rin
rin does NOT want to play at first. he’s like “that’s childish.”
so obviously you hit him with a snowball.
he stands there. staring. blinking. snow sliding slowly down the side of his face. he looks like a villain whose tragic backstory was just triggered.
without breaking eye contact, he bends down. scoops snow. PACKS it. tight.
and then proceeds to throw it with the precision of a man aiming to assassinate.
he doesn’t even move from his spot. he just turns into a snowball turret.
every snowball he throws hits exactly where he wants: your shoulder, your thigh, your hat, the exact strand of hair that fell in your face.
you’re running for your LIFE behind trees like some woodland creature.
eventually you hit him back, and for a millisecond he looks impressed like “… okay.”
then like a psychopath, he starts curving his snowballs.
“how are you putting spin on SNOW??”
when you finally get too cold and call truce, he walks over, adjusts your scarf with that grumpy gently-in-love energy, and mutters “you started it… idiot.”
itoshi sae
sae is the definition of silent retaliation.
you hit him with one snowball and he just… looks at you.
you know that polite corporate smile he does when someone says something stupid? yeah. that one.
“so that’s how you want to play?”
he walks away, hands in pockets. you think you won. oh, sweet winter child.
he returns with the biggest snowball you have ever seen. it’s literally spherical. geometrically perfect. did he use tools?? what the f–
before you can scream, he ROLLS it directly toward you.
and you’re sprinting through the snow yelling “SAE ITOSHI YOU ARE A MENACE.”
he’s not even throwing. he’s strategizing psychological warfare.
when you slip and fall dramatically, the boulder stops right before hitting you because of course he calculated the distance.
he walks over, dusts snow off your coat, and goes “you have terrible balance.”
then kisses your forehead like he didn’t just attempt homicide by snow.
nagi seishiro
nagi doesn’t want to play. he wants to nap. he wants to lie down and let the snow bury him like a lazy little fossil.
you hit him with a snowball and he just lies there like “ugh… troublesome…”
but then you throw another one. and it lands on his face.
slow blink. the beast awakens.
he doesn’t stand up, oh no, he rolls sideways like a log to avoid your next throw.
when he finally gets up, he moves with that athlete reflex speed, but looks bored while doing it.
he casually forms a snowball with one hand and tosses it with zero interest… and it still nails you perfectly.
“wow. lucky shot,” you say.
“wasn’t luck,” he mutters.
then he starts doing trick shots. bouncing snowballs off trees. curving them. ricocheting them.
man is accidentally inventing snowball geometry.
at some point he gets tired mid-fight and just drapes himself over you like a weighted blanket. “can we stop…? carry me home…”
you have to negotiate a peace treaty with him so he’ll actually walk.
mikage reo
reo sees snow and IMMEDIATELY decides this is a bonding activity and he is going to be the best boyfriend ever at it.
he shows up with gloves, matching scarves, hot chocolate, and a whole monologue about teamwork.
then you throw a snowball at him mid-sentence.
he GASPS. full betrayal. “princess…? you would do this to me?”
the dramatics last approximately three seconds before he gets way too into it.
he sprints behind a tree, yelling “I’M GONNA WIN FOR US!!”
throws snowballs like he’s pitching in the world series. running in zigzags. sliding across the snow like a golden retriever with tax evasion money.
every time you hit him he makes the most dramatic noises. clutching his chest. falling to his knees. “SWEETHEART… I’VE BEEN STRUCK… TELL NAGI I ALWAYS LOVED HIM–”
then pops up perfectly fine and launches six snowballs rapid-fire.
he cheers when you hit him back because he genuinely loves the competition.
when you’re both exhausted, he scoops you up bridal style and spins you while you squeal, showering both of you in soft snow like some winter romcom ending.
bachira meguru
snow??? SNOW???? he’s already giggling. already sprinting around. already inhaling a snowflake like a golden retriever.
you bend down to form a small snowball – just one – just to start off cute.
bachira materializes behind you like a cryptid.
“whatcha doin’?”
you turn. he’s holding three snowballs. his eyes? glowing. his smile? unhinged.
he launches them like he’s trying to knock down carnival bottles.
one hits you, one hits a tree, one hits a random streetlamp. he goes, “oops.” (he is NOT sorry.)
at some point he starts doing parkour. jumping off benches. rolling. sliding. giggling maniacally.
“MEEE AND THE MONSTER WANT YOUR SOUL!!!”
babe what do you MEAN 😭
when you finally hit him back, he gasps dramatically, drops to his knees, and looks up at you with sparkly eyes like “you wanna play rough, huh?”
he tackles you into the snow and you’re both rolling down a tiny hill, laughing like idiots.
ends with him making a snow angel over you. literally ON TOP of you. he just sprawls.
“look, we’re a double angel :3”
shidou ryusei
you should NEVER have thrown a snowball at this man. NEVER.
he gets hit, pauses, and does that slow grin… the kind that means run.
“ohhh, you wanna play dirty?”
no. you don’t. you want to live.
he immediately scoops two massive double-handed snowballs and smashes them together like cymbals. snow EXPLODES.
he storms after you like a blonde pink-haired yeti.
you try to hide? he BODY SLAMS into the snowbank you’re behind like a rugby player.
you are SCREAMING. he is LAUGHING.
eventually he picks you up under one arm like you’re a disgruntled cat and walks around while you flail.
“no fair!! PUT ME DOWN!!”
“nah, princess. you started the war. now you’re my war prize.”
dumps you into a pile of snow gently (surprisingly) and then falls on top of you just to pin you there.
he kisses you with cold lips and says “round 2?”
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
karasu tabito
bro acts like he’s above it. like he’s civilized. like he’s not the pettiest man alive.
you toss a snowball at him while he’s mid-sentence, and he stops talking completely.
slow smile. raised eyebrow. “oh… yer bold today.”
he bends down, forms a snowball with concerning calmness, and starts walking toward you like a horror movie villain.
“tabi don’t– KARASU STOP– TABITO–”
he throws it SO hard you hear it WHISTLE.
“WHY DID IT MAKE A SOUND??”
“skill issue,” he shrugs.
he starts commentating the fight like a sports announcer. “oooohh, and she misses another shot! tragic performance today!”
you hit him once. ONE time.
he clutches his heart and collapses dramatically into the snow, mumbling “go on without me… save yerself…”
when you go to check if he’s okay, he grabs your wrist and SNIPES you point-blank with another snowball.
“never show mercy,” he smirks while kissing your forehead.
kaiser michael
he looks offended when you throw a snowball at him. like personally, spiritually offended.
“schatz. did you just throw frozen water at me?”
before you can answer, he scoops a snowball with graceful pettiness.
he doesn’t even aim with his hand – he kicks it. he kicks the SNOWBALL.
it rockets like a missile. you dodge by pure survival instinct.
you try to retaliate, but he’s already built a snow fort. WITH BATTLEMENTS. a whole architectural structure.
“mihya, where did that even come from??”
“german engineering.”
he stands behind his walls, throwing snowballs like royalty communicating displeasure.
when you finally land a hit on his hair – his PRECIOUS HAIR – he freezes.
“you’ve chosen war.”
man CHASES YOU. full sprint. olympic level.
catches you from behind, spins you, presses you to his chest, and kisses you breathless while snow falls around you like a movie.
whispers, “i win.”
ness alexis
ness is actually so sweet about it. until he isn’t.
at first he’s like “oh! snowball fight? okay! let’s have fun!”
you hit him once and he giggles.
you hit him twice and he pouts.
you hit him a third time and the smile drops.
he looks at you like an angry golden retriever.
“okay. no more mr. nice ness.”
he starts making snowballs at mach speed. he has a little assembly line going. it’s terrifying.
when he throws them, they’re PERFECT SPHERES. no crumbling. tightly packed. aerodynamic.
you have NO idea how.
he chases you around with this high-pitched “COME BACK HEREEEE!!” while you scream and run.
surprisingly athletic when fueled by betrayal.
when he finally catches you, he presses you into the snow, straddles your waist, and goes “i win,” in the most smug voice imaginable.
then immediately softens when he sees the snow in your hair.
you remember the day you broke up with itoshi rin vividly.
it had been new year’s eve, december 31, and you were both kicking things off at twenty-one years old. you were both standing on the frost coated wood chips of your childhood playground, the one practically right next to your apartment building. snow dusted your hair and your hands trembled in the cold.
“rin, im sorry. i think you’re amazing, but this relationship just isn’t for me. i’ve been distracting you from your career a lot these days, and that’s the least of what i want to do. rin, i’ll remember you for the rest of my life; you were a great boyfriend and friend.”
you remembered having bowed down to him before turning around, your the snow crunching underneath your boots. you didn’t look at his expression the entire conversation, you didn’t want to. but the moment you were out of his vision, you had broken down sobbing. your tears froze on your cheeks due to the cold, your face red and your face messy with snot and tears.
the reason you had stated was only barely a part of the true reason. his fans have been harassing you ever since he first became famous at sixteen when he was in blue lock, and you both started dating at fifteen. who knew that some relationship that started in your first year of high school would last until you were both twenty-one? rin was playing for the prestigious pxg, having rejected an offer from re al years ago, and you were in college.
death threats, insults, slurs, harassment; those were all a part of your daily life as a well loved celebrity’s girlfriend. you never told rin; it would only make the problem worse. but it reached a breaking point when one of his fans began to stalk you and following you around. you had called the police, but kept it a secret from rin. he was terrible with pr, and you knew this incident would damage his reputation big time.
plus, you never understood why he dated you in the first place. he was gorgeous and smart and amazing, why was he dating you of all people? sure, you grew up with him, but you didn’t want him to feel obligated to date you just because you’ve known him for so long.
news of your breakup spread like wildfire after rin had stopped wearing your favorite cheap jewelry to his matches. soon after, the death threats and rude dms stopped, and you lived your college life in relative peace, although some curious students did often ask why you broke up.
you had continued to silently look over rin; watching all of his matches, checking soccer articles and news about him, and watching his interviews. you wanted to make sure that he was still doing okay, that he was alright. you had broken up with him over something as stupid as insecurities, after all.
three years later, on december 31, you caught yourself at the very park that you had broken up with rin at three years earlier. you had no college parties to go to, and it was snowing outside. but as you sat on the frosty swings, a tall figure caught your eye.
rin.
you had stood up with the swings and silently walked to him. this was the first time you’ve seen him in three years, and why was he here? shouldn’t he be with his team in france, celebrating their numerous wins that year and partying? you knew that rin hated social gatherings, but he should at least be there for the team. “rin?” you asked, fog escaping your lips as you spoke.
rin turned to you, his eyebrows raising slightly before his eyes looked away. “…hi. i thought you’d be partying or something.”
“no, uh, no one invited me.” you muttered. your eyes wandered to the snow beneath you, feet shuffling. “so…why are you here? i thought you’d be in france.”
“i come here every year in late december. and i’ve been visiting this spot on new year’s eve every year for the past three years.” rin replied, digging his hands into his coat pockets. you sat from the outline that he was fidgeting with something inside. your eyebrows knit together; rin never fidgeted with things. maybe it’s for soccer?
wait a second. for the past three years…visiting this exact spot…on the same day…was he still not over you?
“but now that you’re here, i guess i’ll just ask you.” rin said, taking a step towards you. “it was never about my career, was it? why you broke up with me?”
your eyes darted away. “it…” you hesitated. should you really tell the truth? well, fuck it, you weren’t dating anymore anyways. “your fans are shit.”
rin stayed silent for a moment. “they bothered you?”
“yeah.”
he sighed before taking his hands out of his pockets, and then you saw it. a small velvet box. rin opened it and took out a smooth diamond ring. your breath hitched as rin slipped it onto your left ring finger. “i could marry a boar and they could say all they want about it, but it wouldn’t change my mind. i love you, and i always will. no amount of crazy fans can change that.”
tears suddenly sprang to your eyes as you gripped his hand. “do you just…carry a ring around randomly?” you laughed, the idea ridiculous.
“actually, i was planning to propose to you before you broke up with me. i’ve been carrying it around ever since.” a pale pink dusted rin’s face. “…and you’ve occupied my thoughts for these past three years. i’ve always still loved you. i never moved on.”
he brought your hand to his lips, his eyes softening. “so will you give me another chance? i’ll tell my fans to shut the fuck up.”
and finally, with one last laugh, you pulled him into a deep kiss.
a/n: rin is a certified yearner as confirmed by me; im kaneshiro’s left pinky toenail, trust me.
Fun MHA fact: Horikoshi said that Monoma gets too competitive sometimes that he'll walk to the Class A dormitories and just bully them for awhile and leave
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