#makoreimiko

He's not even exaggerating.  They had stumbled out into the fresh snow around ten that morning, intending on making snowmen and snow angels and having a snow ball fight before wandering back into the house and curling up in front of the tv.  Instead they had gotten stuck on the very first thing because Rei wanted it to be perfect and beautiful.  Makoto had simply smiled and given him a kiss on the cheek before wandering over to play with the neighbor's kids who had flown out sometime around eleven.  Seijuro had attempted to help Rei, only to be scowled at after this fifth attempt at a snowball big enough to be the base of the snowman had wound up magically rolling into Rei's leg and knocking him into the snow.  He had been banished to the bench to watch.

Granted he had managed to get some great pictures of Makoto playing with the kids and a couple nice ones of Rei frowning down at a snowball.  Some boring selfies he took because he had to prove to his siblings that yes he did go out in public wearing the ridiculous hat they bought him as a gag gift and he made sure to tell everyone his baby brother and sister picked it out for him, a fact they both deny and Momo even has the gall to tell him he looks like a dork.  But that was about it.

Makoto settles next to him on the bench and looks to the sky, watching the snow fall, with a smile when Seijuro drops an arm around his shoulder and tugs him close. 

He kisses Makoto's temple and mumbles,  "I am going to tackle his adorable ass into that snowbank, kiss him senseless, and then drag him home."

"Seijuro."

"Makoto."

"No."

"Yes," Seijuro laughs when Makoto glares at him.  "What are you going to do to stop me?"

The kiss Makoto pulls him into definitely has him forgetting about Rei for the moment.  It's warm and soft and tastes like the caramel flavoring Makoto had them put in his own hot chocolate and the extra vanilla from Seijuro's.  He has the fingers of the hand not holding his hot chocolate tangled in Makoto's scarf and he can feel Makoto's gloved fingers, warm from carrying the cups back, against his neck.  He's focused on the warmth spreading from his lips through his cheeks when he's startled away from Makoto by the solid thump of a snowball connecting with his shoulder. 

A second one splats into his chest as he turns with a glare to spot Rei sitting on the giant ball of snow meant to be the base of his snowman casually smoothing the edges of a perfectly round snowball.  He has two more in his lap, equally smooth and round, and he smiles when he sees he has Seijuro's attention.

"Makoto," Seijuro says as he stands and brushes snow from his jacket, eyes never leaving Rei's, "hold my hot chocolate."

Makoto watches on in amusement as Seijuro and Rei have themselves a snowball fight that only ends when Seijuro gets close enough to hook and arm around Rei's waist and Rei, probably sensing that Seijuro was planning to dump him into the snowbank beside them, twists and pushes against him sending both of them tumbling into the snow with laughter drifting over to Makoto.

Really Makoto should have expected it.  He should have known that the moment he hovered over them with an indulgent smile and fond shake of his head as he held out his hand to pull whoever grabbed it first out of the snow that he would wind up in there too.

But with Seijuro pressing kisses to his cheek and Rei pressing his cold nose against Makoto's neck he can't really find it in himself to mind.