*breaks through writers block with a sledgehammer* hello there world i am alive


Winter came in a flurry of snow and frozen roads. It brought with it cold hands and red noses, and a sudden need for socks; being late for class a couple times simply because he didn't want to leave bed; switching out his usual iced coffee for something warmer. Winter came with the holidays and seeing relatives he didn't even know the name of. Winter came with stocking up on hot chocolate and marshmallows, warm tea and a good book before bed, soups instead of summer sandwiches. Winter came with a sort of peace, the kind of peace that comes when you have nothing bad to think about at all.

His favorite part of winter was something else, though: it was watching Midorima's breath mist out in front of him. Being able to grab his hand and shove it into his pocket, lacing their fingers together. It was those precious nights spent together, warm in each other's arms. It was drinking Shiruko with him as they walked home. It was the fact that Midorima was quite honestly the coldest person he knew - he wore multiple sweatshirts and jackets to stay warm, and it was adorable to watch him hobble around under it all. It was the kisses with cold lips, slowly heating against each other. It was stealing Midorima's coats, pressing his nose to the fabric to breathe in Shin-chan's scent.

His favorite part of winter was Midorima, who seemed to soften with the cold weather. It was watching Midorima wake up in his arms, all warm and fuzzy at the edges, eyes so very beautiful without his glasses on. It was chatting quietly late at night over the phone; it was being able to draw small laughs from a half asleep Midorima, who never laughed for anyone else.

Winter was cold and warm at the same time, especially when the holidays came and the house was empty except him and his Shin-chan, his Midorima and his Shintarou, because no one else saw him as he saw him, with warmth and happiness in his eyes, and a smile on his lips.

His Shin-chan, who was with him no matter the season.