Welcome to heaven

You sigh, glancing behind the window. The sun is slowly setting down, orange rays painting inside of the classroom, pretty light gleaming on your boyfriend’s face, his brows furrowed in annoyance, lower lip caught in-between teeth. You know he’s here only because you’ve forced him to – if it was anyone else but you he’d gotten assigned to do decorations with, he would’ve left before the teacher finished their sentence. “We should finish before it’s completely dark,” you’re not sure if the one you try to convince is Rin or yourself, and the boy seems to notice it, lilac irises blasting at your figure, one eye narrowed.

“Talking drivel, huh?” He snickers, throwing a handful of paper hearts to a big bin to his left.

“I’m just trying to be positive,” sticking a tip of your tongue, you grunt, shooting a rubber in the direction of his face, which he repels with a quick movement of his wrist.

Closing eyelids, Rindou shakes his head. “Not worth it. We should just leave. These fuckers screw around thinking they can use us as they want. We should have left as they told us to make these stupid decorations.”

You move your scissors carefully, cutting yet another sheet from a huge pile left for you to make valentine’s themed garlands. You’ve already spoken about it, participating in yet another conversation with the boy seems pointless since the only aspect he considers worthy looking at is if something is fun in his perception – and creating tons of pink and red decorations doesn’t sit with the definition of entertaining to Rindou.

“If we hurry up, we should finish in an hour,” you ignore his words, throwing a handful of stripes onto his lap. “Let’s just… let’s get over with it now.”

In the arsenal of Rindou’s traits there’s a huge place left for stubbornness, which shows as often as his mind tells him to. “A chocolate. No. Three chocolates,” he says, placing chin on the tips of his fingers barely brushing against each other.

“What are you even talking about?” you murmur, and by the way your legs bounce Rin knows you’re bored. Another weight on the side we should go home on the scale, giving him a better chance to win this.

“Gonna buy you three chocolates if you decide to drop this shit and go home with me. If you scatter the pieces all over the school you’ll get a double,” the boy sneers, corners of his mouth wide enough to force cute dimples to pop out on his pretty face.

You chortle, shaking your head lazily. As much as you love this idea, the thought of getting expelled from the school and later explaining to your parents that it’s mostly because of the boy they warned you about doesn’t sit right with you. “Why would we even do this?” Your voice is clearly affected by the silly smile caused by Rin’s offer, and it makes him even more determined to get out of school with you right now.

“For shits ‘n giggles,” he replies, moving his body in your direction, long arms wrapping around your legs. His light eyes are gawking at you from under thick curtains of lashes, waiting for you to break under his pleas. “C’mon. The more time we waste on talking, the less movies we can watch later.”

You sigh. He’s right that your teachers have been out of their minds while dumping all the hard work on only the two of you, but at the same time responsibilities are responsibilities, and you really shouldn't disregard them only because of a mere whim. “Chocolates and a movie won’t bribe me,” you answer, throwing a huge pile of stripes on Rindou’s face.

He narrows his eyes, a tiny pout creating on his mouth. The fight’s not over, he thinks. “Then what could possibly bribe you?” He says nonchalantly, throwing the papers off his head and shoulders.

“Hmmmm…” you hum, only pretending to ponder on his words. You know that sooner or later he would succeed in convincing you to simply drop the work and worry about it tomorrow morning, so you have to destroy his will to keep trying with an idea so absurd and impossible even one of the Haitanis would give up. “Not getting expelled from school is important, y’know? If nothing big happens we should just stay and finish these fucking garlands.”

“Big? Like there’s a huge promo for everything in your favorite shop kinda big? Or your great grandmother’s dying in a hospital, we have to hurry to hear her final words big? Or-”

“No.” You cut him off before hearing another volley of crazy ideas this boy’s mind could’ve created. “Like… we’re getting married tonight kinda big.

“Married, you say?” he mumbles, and by the small wrinkle between his brows, you know something’s up. Instead of quitting, he’s considering your words and it makes you gulp. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

Without any more unnecessary words Rindou takes one of the red stripes from the ground and glues it so that it creates a thin loop. Prepping himself on the heels of his palms, he kneels one one knee, and an instant wave of warmth hits your cheeks. “Rin, no-”

“Shaddap, you coward.” Your mouth opens into a perfect o shape, and as you want to continue, he presses a finger harshly against your lips. “Shush. Ekhem…” There’s a short moment of silence between the two of you, the boy clearly collecting his thoughts. “Y/N. We know each other for years, I have no idea how fucking many, but surely a lot. We've been together for at least a few months; more than five but I’m pretty sure that less than a whole year, and I know it’s not that much, but honestly who cares. I really don’t want to make these decorations – I would much prefer to share this precious evening of February 13th with the love of my life, with my future spouse. Will you marry me?”

You blink one, two, three times before bending in half, hiding face in palms. He’s way too blunt. Your heart feels as if desperately trying to pop out of your chest. The things he says ring in your brain, making you all fuzzy.

“I know your answer is yes so hurry up.” Back to the non-romantic Rindou again. Not that he’s been trying to be one in the first place – babbling whatever thoughts have been spilled on his tongue only to get what his lazy ass wants. Pulling harshly on your palm, he puts the ring on your finger. “We have a cake to buy for tonight's wedding.”

Rin quickly jumps onto his feet, catching your forearm before you have a chance to react. Dragging you behind him, he rushes to the school exit, almost making you trip, countless paper hearts trailing the path the two of you traverse as a close-to-be-married couple now.

You blink a few times after propping yourself upright on the invisible wall. “Very thoughtful of you to listen to the signs,” you comment, when Gojou’s aiming his finger at the door’s lock. “Yeah. I know. Pew-pew!” A bit usage of purple and the lock’s gone. “Wait here, it’s gonna take me a sec. Where are you sweet mama…” Satoru murmurs to himself, and when you observe him, you really think that he looks and acts like a maniac right now. “Bingo!” Loud clunk of the keys being tossed later you two can finally go on the ice.

“Told you it was a great idea,” Gojou says, while putting skates he’s taken from the rental.

“Until somebody nabs us? Yeah, it’s nice,” you mutter while doing small circles on the ice, waiting for your boyfriend to come join you. “What would you do if a guard was inside?” You ask, and Satoru looks at you confused.

“I would one-shot his ass, duuuh- whoaah!” The man almost fell over only after standing up. “How do you keep balance in this shit?” He snarls, keeping his hands on the railing.

“Gimme your hand ‘n I’m gonna show you how- wait. Didn’t you tell me that it’s not the first time doing this?” You gesticulate. “I thought you meant breaking into the ice rink at night.”

“Well, haha, yes but no.” He deadpans, and you furrow your eyebrows, crossing arms. “Explain yourself then.” Your previous fear of getting caught has turned into anger.

“Do we really have to do this right now, baby? Gimme your hands and let’s have fun, yeah? Gimme. Gimme them!” Gojou bends and straightens his fingers, waiting for you to come closer. And you move away by a bit. “Really? Really, Y/N?” he snarks, while clucking with annoyance. “And I thought you loved me.” The inner theatre kid comes out when Satoru does all sorts of dramatic movements with his head (his palms still desperately cling to the railing), at the end sending you a very pitiful glance.

“I’m waitin’.” You reply.

“Tsk. Okay. So I’ve been here one time in the middle of the night, ‘cause I had to get rid of a curse. Happy now?”

A prolonged sigh escapes your pressed lips. “You’re a failure, I swear. A disaster sent to ruin my life.” Despite your words you approach the failure. “Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty if you’re gonna listen to me. I’ll teach you the basics, ‘cause it’ll be easier to do it now, rather than when other people are skating too, and then we’re gonna come back here tomorrow for an actual, non-illegal date, ‘kay?”

Gojou nods, a shameless smirk on his face. Gosh, it’s annoying, the fact that you hate him so much and it doesn’t make you love him any less.

Sukuna; snowball fight

“Oh no…” You murmur to yourself as you stand behind a big tree, your palm on your mouth so as to make sure that your breathing isn’t too loud.

“C’mon, Y/N, you know you can’t hide from me for long! Show yourself and I’ll show you my mercy… if I’ll still be in the mood to do so.”

You are aware of the exact position the man is in, as the snow cracks noisily after every little step that he makes. His movements are careful, yet he tries to find you as fast as possible, being impatient to hit you with the snowball grasped by his right hand.

You two were deep in the forest. It’s cold, tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, covering up your footprints showing the path you’d come on, and blurring the vision. It was supposed to be a nice romantic walk, since the world glistened beautifully in the white fluff, and the warm rays of the sun wade their way through the dense branches of trees. But it quickly escalated into a snowball fight after Sukuna decided to sprinkle your head with the tiny amount of snow. You immediately responded with a white fistful thrown behind his collar. And this silly and careless act started a war.

“Be nice and come out!” The tone of your boyfriend’s voice starts to be very nagging, syllables seem to be unnecessarily dragged out, a hint of impatience hidden at the end of every sentence. “Don’t be stupid. We both are aware of the fact that you may end up dead otherwise.” He might be annoyed by your stubbornness, but it doesn’t change the fact that you can hear the way he smirks to himself, licking his lips concentrated, tiny pupils focusing and searching for any tiniest movement. He’s having fun.

You feel that you are going to regret it, but you do it anyway. Trying to make the littlest movements, you crouch, taking a fistful of snow, and you fuse it tightly, making sure the ball is firmly packed. You are sure that, no matter what you do, Sukuna will take his revenge. Let’s just add a little bit of spice to it.

You say a little prayer in your head, and with all the willpower ever given to you, you jump from behind the tree and throw a snowball as hard as you can. You see it as if in slow motion – the white ball flies in a perfectly straight line, with a bit of rotation, and, what’s the best part of it, it crashes on the back of Sukuna’s head. You want to scream with joy, but, fortunately for you, the realization hits you immediately, as you stay silent. You fucked up.

Covering your mouth with both palms, you watch, as your boyfriend turns around, frenzyness in his eyes, they glisten in it, pupils focused on your silhouette. “Oh, you’re gonna be dead-dead,” he stuffs his cheek with the tongue while snapping his fingers. Your first reaction is to run away; and it’s a smart decision, considering Sukuna’s inhuman sprint right after you.

A few seconds later you are tucked into the cold ground, a white fluff all around you. Good luck bestie with not getting frostbite now.

Yuuta; snow angels

“It all sucks.” You sigh, looking at the clear, blue firmament above you. There’s not a single lazy cloud on the sky soaring with blasts of wind, warm rays of the sun dance across your cold cheeks, creating this funny tingling feeling.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, honey,” your boyfriend murmurs, his voice joyful with only a hint of sadness, and it is clear that Yuuta only tries to cheer you up. He's lying next to you, his body drowning in the sea of snow. A woolen hat covers his ears, cute gloves with a reindeer print envelope his palms and a matching scarf hugs his neck tightly. He looks like a big baby, all wrapped in different types of clothes so as not to catch a cold. “We still can spend some time together!” He smiles widely, while moving his arms and legs, sweeping the snow away, creating an imprint of a snow angel.

“Yeah. On another mission,” you mumble, a disappointed frown on your face.

“After Gojou arrives we’ll finish it almost right away, you’ll see. Then we can still go on our promised date!” He exclaims, sitting up to look at you. His happy expression fades away as he sees that you haven’t even started making your snow angel, and you’re just lying there with a sorrowful face, observing the sky. Your eyes look as if you are about to cry, a lower lip trembling with annoyance. Yuuta isn’t sure if you are more pissed than upset, but he’s sure that he needs to do something about it before Satoru arrives.

“Speaking of Gojou… This piece of shit is late again. After he assigned us to this stupid mission on Christmas Day, he has the audacity to show up late. He could at least tell us where we should go, so we wouldn’t waste time waiting for him to take us there!” Before you have a chance to continue your complaints, Okkotsu stands over you astride, and with his legs straight, he bends the upper half of his body down and grasps your arms. “What are you doing?” You are confused.

“Helping you with your angel!” He starts moving your limbs up and down, creating the cavity in the snow in the shape of wings. “You shouldn’t be sulking like this. You’re much prettier when you smile!” The corners of his mouth rise, as if he wants to show you how to do so. And it works. “See? Already better!”

You quickly finish making the snow angel with a few lazy motions of your legs and get up with the help of Yuuta’s hand. “Thanks, Yuuta.” You say, hugging him tightly. “I think I’m a bit better now.”

“My pleasure, love,” he pats the back of your head, as he brings you closer with his other arm, and kisses your temple.

“I don’t want to interrupt your lovey-dovey moment, but, where’ve you been?” A sudden voice reaches both of your ears, and you can feel that all of your muscles tenses immediately.

“Gojou.” You snarl, clicking your tongue, and moving away from your boyfriend to look at the man. “May I ask, why are you late?”

“I am late?” He tilts his head, and by the movement of his blindfold you can tell that he squints at you. “You are the ones that have never shown up.”

“What.” Both your and Yuuta’s voices ring out in the air.

“You told us to wait in front of the school, so that you and Ijichi would pick us up!” You defend yourselves, stamping the foot, and the snow creaks under it.

“Did I?” The grown up blurts out, tilting his head even more. “Welp, I finished it by myself, so you have the rest of the day free! GTG for your service!”

“That’s surprisingly generous of you, Gojou,” Okkotsu says, scratching his cheek with the pointing finger.

“Oh, yeah, I know right!” He exclaims, putting his hands on the hips. “But don’t worry, you have other missions scheduled for tomorrow morning and evening! A pack of two ‘cause, after all, there’s the two of you! Ahh, I love my students…”

“And you tell us only now about it?” You raise your voice, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Well, yeah! Call it a Christmas gift!” You can swear that he winks under the blindfold, invisible sparkles dancing around his abnormally tall body.

At first you blink blankly, looking at Gojou bewildered, but it doesn’t take you long to unbutton the cuffs of your jacket and roll them up as Yuuta desperately tries to stop you.

“Y/N, please.” He wants to catch your wrist, but the amount of layers of clothes makes him more immobile, so you easily slip away.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Y/N, no-“