In Ways Only a Snow-Woman Can
Tsukune awoke in his bed, his eyes still heavy from the day before. He stretched out his arms off to his side as his mouth opened to its widest as he forced out a yawn from the bottom of his chest. His eyes still half open, he glanced over to his alarm clock and uttered an annoyed groan. 7:03 am huh? he thought to himself. Guess I should really get up... He shook his head annoyingly as he swung his legs around - his hands already trying to push himself up to stand. He trudged slowly towards his desk near the window overlooking the courtyard outside the boys' dormitory and opened the curtains. The bright light blinded slightly, earning a slight groan as Tsukune forced his eyes to open. Another day...
Mizore looked up from a secluded part of the courtyard but she most definitely had a clear view to her favorite person's bedroom window. She crouched down behind a bush that was off to the right from the boys' dormitory hall with a ladder next to her feet, the sun's rays just catching the glass of the windows of the building. She looked onward with eager eyes, waiting for Tsukune to come to his window like he does every morning. C'mon sleepy head... You're later than usual. she thought to herself. Then, from a second story window, a drowsy teenager opens his window, his eyes still growing accustomed to the sunlight. There you are, husband... With a smile on her lips and her lollipop dangling in her mouth, she gazes on the love of her life; dorky, sweet Tsukune. A slight blush comes to her cheeks as she notices his bare upper body - not huge, but toned with some muscle due to his training with Moka and the others, mainly in response to the past run-ins with the jealous boys at Yokai Academy.
"Now's my chance," Mizore said to herself as she picked up the ladder, taking quick glances around the courtyard before making a quick dash to underneath Tsukune's window. She stops abruptly and quietly at the building, propping the ladder at a good angle, making sure the bottom of it wasn't going to slide or give way. Tsukune was oblivious to the young yuki-onna that was attempting to sneak into his dormitory room. His back turned, he merely ignored the soft thud the ladder made when Mizore placed it as he walked sluggishly towards the bathroom to start his morning.
Tsukune turned around, leaving his bedroom window open to let in the warm air fill the room in order to help him wake up. He slouched forward, yawned slightly, and slowly turned the doorknob to his bathroom. As soon as he stepped in though, he felt the air in his room grow cold and a soft icy breeze swept over him. Shivering, he forcibly turned around to see Mizore staring at him blankly as she normally does. He looks behind her to see that the window, now closed, was the only way his friend could sneak up on him. He gives a bashful smile as he notices he's only in boxers and that here was another girl just cooly glancing over him.
"H-Hey, M-Mizo-r-re-chan," Tsukune shivered. He covered himself with a towel and hid behind the door to his bathroom. "How are you this morning?" his voice shaken due to his embarrassment and the cold air that was filling the atmosphere of his dorm room.
"Morning Tsukune-kun," replied the yuki-onna as cooly as she normally does, barely hinting anything with her facial expression. "You don't have to be so shy around me Tsukune-kun. As your future wife, you shouldn't hide anything from me," she stated matter-of-fact like. She slowly walked towards the frightened male teenager, slowly building up the ice around the dorm room.
"Oi! Mizore-chan!" yelped Tsukune as his lower body was enveloped with a block of ice that was similar to their first day of meeting each other. Somehow, this scenario is rather nostalgic... As he was looking down, inspecting the ice that was encasing him, Mizore slowly walked up towards him, pulling her lollipop out of her mouth as she brought her face towards his; mere inches separating the two teens' noses. The scent of her lollipop, skin, and hair enveloping his senses; his hair standing on end. Sure, she had come up this close to him, but why did this time feel so different as compared to the other times; why did he feel so different when it was her? His face immediately softened as he stared back into her cool blue-purple eyes. So unique... Like a snowflake... he thought to himself. He chuckled inwardly. So corny... She'd laugh if she heard that...
"Tsukune," Mizore said cooly, dropping the honorific from his name. "You feel so tense and uncomfortable. Do you need me to cool you down a little bit so you can relax?" she asked and the n displayed a sly smirk that foreshadowed an innuendo. "Or do you need me to warm you up in ways that only a snow-woman can?"
At this, Tsukune blushed a crimson red and looked away trying to hide his apprehension as to what he was expecting what could possibly happen next. He knew how much Mizore had "pressured" (if he could really call it that) the importance of fathering his children and how much she wanted Tsukune to be her husband and live in her village. He whispered, "Mizore-chan... It's not that I don't like you - I do; I care about you so much and could not and would not be able to think of a life without you. But you-"
He was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
"Tsukune!" a familiar voice echoed out.