Ice was on the ground and snow rained softly down on them as they walked. He looked over to the other, and looked away when the taller and stronger blonde looked at him. He snuck another glance and, again, looked away when he was looked at. The third time, however, the other stopped. He stopped as well.
"Just take my hand, got it, flea?" The blonde asked, holding out his hand. He smiled softly, pullig up his scarf around his mouth before taking the other's hand as the blonde put them in his pocket. The snow fell around them as if dancing around the lovers. Izaya could not have been happier.
(( Author's note; Oh god I suck QAQ I'm sorry. I really am. This is so short and OOC. I'm sorry to those reading this.))