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“Yeah, but that room number was 2278. I need to get to room 2279.” He took a left turn, looking at the room numbers beside the doorways. “I can find my classes on my own. I don’t need your help.” You rolled your eyes at him, letting out a sigh.

“If you keep this up you’ll get lost.” You trailed behind him, hoping he’ll understand that he’s in the wrong. “The whole point Principal Valentine told us to show you around the school was to avoid this situation.

He stopped in his tracks, double checking the number on his paper. He got close to one of the door numbers, reading “3302”.

“How did I get in the three thousands?” He scrunched up his nose, letting out a grunt of irritation. Before you could speak up, he continued down the empty hallway. Who knows how long you attempted to convince him to follow you. It wasn’t before you took stairs and ended up in what you assumed was the school basement. He threw his hands up in the air and let them fall down to his sides.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” You crossed your arms, tired of following him around.

“Fine, fine.” He said. “If it gets you to be quiet then I will.” He handed you his schedule, letting you read the paper. Before looking at it,

“By the way, your name is?” You asked, turning the sheet around to you.

“It’s Zoro.” He responded. You nodded, turning back to the stairs while still looking at the paper. Zoro followed you back up the stairs from where you came. Upon reaching the top and pushing open the door, you stopped in your tracks.

Zoro urged you to move forward and give him some space. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at where you both were at.

“Where are we?” You took in the landscape. The place didn’t even look like it was part of your school. “How did you end up taking us here?” He shrugged, scratching the back of his head.

“Just kept walking.”

“Do you remember how we got here?” You asked, walking down the hallway and passing classroom doors.

“I think so? I took a left here.”

Though taking this route, took you right back to your starting point. You two began trying to take different combinations, seeing if you could make any progress. None which ended up working out. You even decided to split up, meeting each other back in front of the school’s basement. You sighed, rubbing your forehead.

“I don’t understand how you got lost in your own school.” Zoro said. Your head snapped up in his direction.

“Me? You somehow brought us here!” You snapped back at him.

“Yeah well, if you hadn’t followed me, I could have found my way back.” You kept your mouth shut, knowing you wouldn’t hold back. “If we don’t get back by lunch time or when it’s time to go home, you and I are going to have serious issues, Miss Tour Guide.”

While you and Zoro continued attempting to search for a way out, a classroom door opened. You both didn’t notice it, too busy in your current task. Two girls peered from the door.

“Should we tell her she got a bad ending?” Kat glanced down at Vale, pushing her glasses up.

“Nah, let’s wait a little bit longer.” Vale looked back, “She’ll be fine.”

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“old wives tale,” you muttered. but you couldn’t deny it was a chiller morning than usual. your blinds were pulled in, so you couldn’t exactly see the outdoors. but it couldn’t be, no?

taking yourself away from the warm spot by the heated stove, reluctant of course, you made your way to your front door, your warm beverage in hand. stepping even a foot away, you missed the warmth, but you couldn’t deny the increased coldness as you walked through your home, especially the freezing sensation when you laid your hand on the doorknob.

cracking the door open, you couldn’t believe it, was it really—

well, not like you could see. considering a sudden ball struck your face, cold, cold, very cold. as it slowly slid off your face, covering your lashes in a thick sheet of ice— ah yes, snow. landing straight into your delectably warm drink with a loud plop.

a vibrant, exuberant laugh filled your surrounding area, maybe it was the fact your eyelids were shut that your ears picked up on the sound louder and quicker. but you knew, you didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was.

“WOO!” followed soon after, continued with more laughter, “babe, babe! it really is snowfall! look, look. see? i even made a snowball!” your boyfriend - the self-proclaimed one-and-oni arataki itto; head of the arataki gang was at your front door.

who threw a snowball in your face.

“itto.” you muttered, your eyes still closed shut as you heard him walking towards you, his shoes squeaking against the apparent snow you have yet to see. 

“yeeeesss?” he responded in a higher-pitched voice. it was louder, so you could only assume - granted with the footsteps - he was now standing in front of you.

you sighed, taking your free hand to wipe the remaining snow that had yet to melt off your eyelids. “did you just throw a snowball at me?” you muttered, opening your eyes. at least you opened them at a good time to see itto’s expression fall from excitement to realization, seemingly needed for you to verbally communicate what he did.

“i-i. well. you see,” he laughed, starting to shake his hands in front of you. “it wasn’t meant for your face, i swear! it was meant for the…the door!” he pointed, then quickly got to dusting off the snow that had fallen on your shoulders, coincidentally falling into your mug.

“it’s not scalding hot, it should’ve cooled down. it should be cool by now, should be cool by now—“ you contemplated, looking down at the snow covering your previous warm beverage, wondering if you should throw it at itto.

“oh, hey! now it looks like it has whipped cream in there—“ 

yeah. you threw the drink at him.

“itto, why are you cold!” you hissed as he put his hand over yours that was warmly tucked into your jacket’s pocket. not like you’d tell him to move it though 

“because you banished me outside!” he argued back. “you left me out in the cold. how could you be so heartless,” he sighed dramatically.

if your hands weren’t so cold, you’d rub your nose. instead, you compromise with a sigh, “because you threw a snowball at me.” you mumbled, but moved the hand in your pocket to hold his, the former immediately grinning at you, squeezing your hand.

“pfft, forgive and forget,” he laughed off pulling your now intertwined hands out of your jacket pocket to drag you towards the town.

“you really shouldn’t run,” you tried to argue, but when did he ever listen. it wasn’t like your place was far from town - it could have been a nice simple walk instead of a marathon run.

but oh no, karma had other plans.

as itto graciously proceeds to drag you, ignoring all protests especially the ones that involved the words ‘stop!’ or ‘slow down!’ 

of course he wouldn’t notice he was running straight through a sheet of ice he would inevitably slip on. and of course he’s going to slip, and fall, and take you down with him. and of course he is going to take that fall undoubtedly yelling for all of inazuma to hear.

at least your fall wasn’t too bad, but when you turned to see him, of course his tongue got conveniently stuck onto a poll.

you tried to warn him. you really did.

“ah vittle healp hear?” he tried to speak his best, but it wasn’t like he could properly pronounce his words when his tongue was getting frozen onto a pole. he tried to pull it back, but that was a no go.

“let me go get some hot water,” you sighed, starting to walk back towards your place.

sure you were going to get some hot water, but there was no way you weren’t going to also grab your kamera.

one thing about the winter time in inazuma, it gets dark very quickly, and even colder than when the sun was out. you know what excuse that made for though? a good-old-fashioned fire pit.

itto led you through the streets of the town - making sure not to slip on more ice and risk yet another picture - but uncharacteristically stopped his quick-paced movements when you both reached the lit-up portions of town. 

it was beautiful to say the least. houses decorated with colorful lights, the children running around playing with each other, neighbors conversing between each other - it was like your small town was brought back to life.

your favorite had to be itto running around with the children though, playing along with them. if you didn’t know any better, or if he wasn’t so tall, you’d think he’s one of them. of course he made sure everyone was included: that’s just the man he is.

eventually when he had his fill, he comes back around to you, his nose and cheeks dusted in a rosy color, definitely from the cold. he grinned at you as you redid his scarf. would he usually protest against such frivolous manners? yes, but not when it came from you. 

“you’re cold.” you stated the obvious.

“i feel warmer already, ‘cause i’m with you.” he said so simply, with no need to think.

maybe you were the one that got warmer, because you couldn’t deny the warmth filling your cheeks, and he sure wasn’t going to let you live that down.

eventually you’ll make it to the campfire in the middle of the town. eventually. but hey, you made it! sure, it took a few detours, like itto finding his ‘new champion’, but you also got a pretty sakura bloom out of it, gently resting in your hair where itto placed it.

you sighed, taking in the nice, toasty warmth from the fire. surely you’d smell like the smoke, but you wouldn’t, no, couldn’t trade this moment. especially not when you can see your boyfriend running over with two sticks, a marshmallow on each end.

itto was a lot of things, a good companion, a goofball sole would say, an amazing lover to you, but you did not expect him to be that good at roasting marshmallows. perfectly golden, soft, and warm. you on the other hand? not so good at it. well, clearly. could you even call that a marshmallow when it resembles a lump of coal? 

if you knew any better, you’d think the two girls over on the other side of the fire were laughing at your attempt of roasting a marshmallow, but something told you it had less to do with you and more to do with the woman in the long, brown skirt trying to knock the ball away from the woman in glasses. 

but like you said, itto was a lot of things. of course he would give you his perfectly roasted marshmallow and take your…marshmallow. all with his perfect grin as he assembled the s’more. never once complaining, giving you a toothy smile.

“this is soo good…!” he exclaimed. you had to wipe the corner of his lip that was filled with chocolate, and he takes the opportunity to snag a kiss to your hand.

that was just the type of man he was. 

but sadly, you had your responsibilities 

of course you complained on the walk back to your place - you’d much rather stay with him. but you had to do what you had to do. so you both - reluctantly - parted ways one he dropped you off. and while yes, itto could’ve spent some time with you, you knew you’d get quickly distracted. it was impossible not to!

time passed, and you couldn’t help but hear a sudden thud against your door. and again. and again. you walked over to your door, cautiously opening it. seemed like you weren’t the only cautious one, as itto had his hand winded back, hesitantly with a snowball.

“you better not—“ you started, looking at the pile of snow by your door. you heard the soft thud of the snowball falling behind him. now this gave you the chance to see him and his gang, minus shinobu, decked out in holiday attire, with crumbled papers in their hands.

“ahem. the one and oni arataki gang shall now bless you with these carols!” he announced, turning to act like a conductor with no sense of direction, just waving his hands. 

“ah, one; ah, two; ah, one, two, three—“ he counted, before you heard the most off key rendition of ‘deck the halls,’ you've ever heard. i mean, half of them weren’t even on beat.

still made you smile though. especially when itto hit an operatic finally, reciting, “fa la la la la, la la la la,” shoving his members away to not take away from his big moment. he walked over to hug you, well, more like try to carry you to join them in caroling, much to your protest.

maybe you could just try conducting, just this once. you know, some supervision. the thing you were doing could wait.

you two hung back as you all walked to the next house. you looked up at him as he grinned, and you knew that expression - he was up to something.

he grinned as he pulled a smushed mistletoe out from his pocket. the berries matching the red in his hair, honestly, it was kinda romantic.  “m’lady,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

you sighed, sarcastically rolling yours eyes. but you did lean up to kiss his cheek, “nice try, lover boy.” you teased with a grin as he whined, claiming ‘that’s not how it’s done.’ and how his ‘great onikabuto queen has betrayed him.’ 

yeah, that one got him a snowball to the back of his head. to which eventually, you both didn’t make it to the next house, instead throwing snow at each other, enjoying the laughter filling the air. 

this may have been the first year in which inazuma finally seemed lively for the holidays in a long time, but it was also your first holiday season with your boyfriend. and something tells you, regardless of the things around you, itto would’ve made this time the most memorable of all.

glass bottle message -> this had to be the hardest thing to pull off ever guys omg, kat always reads my stuff beforehand and I couldn't ask her for ANYTHING. anyways stink I have a documentary of me trying to pull this heist off. I hope you all enjoyed, happy holidays! <3

I haven't written in so long oml

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