Day one of the otp prompt! We're doing a series of winter themed KashiDei drabbles to get back into the swing of things! Hopefully updates will come more regularly, now that our schedules are slowing down. We have two- three? three! three more stories that we're working on getting uploaded, slowly but surely. Yep! Pretty excited about all of them! Also, we have some updates that we're going to be doing to our page over the next few days. So... On with the story? Um- none of this is ours. Characters all belong to Naruto, minus Jex. Jex belongs to me. Warnings for shmoop. They don't understand your specific sciency language. She means cuddley fluffs! enough fluff to drown in. Yes. Enjoy!

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Deidara woke up to his best friend bouncing on his bed, freaking out over the first legitamite snow of the season. Kisame was already decked out in cute clothes for winter and was pulling on ice skates.

"C'mon! Let's go! Itachi said the lake froze over!" Deidara groans, pulling the blankets up over his head.

"It's too early for this, yeah…" Kisame shakes him playfully.

"Oh come on. You look so cute in the winter. You'll be bound to attract anyone to skate with." Deidara pouts, but gets up and pulls on warm clothes and rummages around in the closet for his skates. Kisame helps Deidara with a light touch of makeup before they head to the kitchen, grabbing hot chocolate. They then head to the impromptu ice rink. There are already people milling around as they hobble their way to the ice on their skates. Deidara holds onto his friend for dear life as they both go out onto the ice.

Kisame laughs, skating easily. Occasionally, he let's go of Deidara to literally skate circles around him. Deidara tries skating away from him, only to trip and go skidding. Instead of falling on his ass, he falls right into the arms of a handsome stranger who catches him. The person spins them to keep them on their feet, looking in surprise at Deidara. He has a scarf wrapped over his lower face and has spiky grey hair pushed up by a headband covering one eye. A single grey eye looks wonderfully startled. Deidara smiles sheepishly at them once they're standing still.

"Sorry, un." The man carefully lets Deidara go, grabbing back onto him when Dei flails. His voice sounds wonderfully rumbly.

"Have you ice skated before?" Deidara brushes some of his long hair back with a gloved hand, face flushed 'from the cold'.

"Not really, un." The man's eye crinkles up like he's smiling.

"C'mon. If your friend doesn't mind, I'll show you." Deidara looks over to Kisame, who's flirting up some attractive tan guy (*cough*itsnotitsJexy*cough*), and then smiles at the man.

"Thanks, un. I'm Deidara."

"Kakashi." The recently dubbed 'Kakashi' gently pulled him forward, swinging around to hold Deidara's hands and skate backward. "Just move your feet like you're pushing off a wall."

Deidara tries, clinging to Kakashi's hands tightly as he almost falls. "Un-"

"I've got you. Trust me." Kakashi gives him another crinkly eyed smile. Deidara looks up at him, focusing on his face instead of the task at hand. His feet slide together, the skates catching and pitching him forward into Kakashi's warm chest. Deidara yelps, face going bright red as Kisame and his guy wolf whistle at them. Kashi helps him back on his feet, his own face a little rosy. "Maybe keep your feet further apart."

"Y- Yeah." Kakashi slowly leads him around the rink, Deidara getting more and more confidant. Kashi eventually transfers Deidara to his arm, skating beside him. They skate the day away, Deidara pressing something into Kakashi's hand before fleeing to follow Kisame when he leaves. Kashi curiously unballs the piece of paper, looking at it. There are 10 numbers scrawled on it, and a half cursive "call me" scrawled at the bottom. Kakashi blinks, looking up at the fleeing Deidara and pulling out his phone to put the number in. His friend skates over, stealing the slip of paper to look at it.

"Hey- Jex! No... This one's finally not interesting in you." Jex pouts.

"Damn. Her friend was cute." Kakashi rolls his eyes.

"His. His friend was cute. And he was cuter, no offense Jex."

"Blashphemy!" Jex jumps on Kakashi's back, hooking their legs around his waist with their (thankfully) plastic guarded skates. "Carry me as penance!"

Kakashi laughs quietly, starting a series of fancy jumps and twirls. "We still have to practice for regionals. They're only in a few months."

"Yeah, like you're bad at this." Jex squeaks and clings as Kakashi twirls again.

"Hush. I need to be better than Zabuza."

"Who's his partner this year?"

"Some kid. Haku? Huki? Hiku?"

"Haku?! He's not even cute! With me, we'll win by style points alone." Kakashi chuckles, carefully setting Jex down and kissing their hand dramatically.

"My fair liege." Jex pops the guards off of their skates and tosses them into the snow before bowing to him with a flourish. Kakashi pulls Jex off to practice, laughing. They go through their routine until the sun begins to set and walk home together discussing costuming and the like.

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"Deidara? Hey, it's Kakashi? From the skating rink." There's a sound like the phone was dropped and hastily picked back up.

"Oh- Oh hi, Kakashi! How, um, what's up, un?"

"I just wanted to call to see if you wanted to get coffee or something later?" He sounds a little flustered and out of breath, most likely from skating. Deidara sounds similar, even though he's been at home.

"Oh. Um- sure! I-" he's cut off by a loud 'Deidara stop taking cold showers and let me use the bathroom!' from his roommate. Kakashi chuckles throatily, yelping at something on his end. There's a muffled 'Jex! I'll kill you later!'. Deidara clears his throat awkwardly, not willing to admit Kisame was right. "I'd love that, un. When?"

"Later today? If you're free?"

"Sure!" Deidara's phone is apparently abandoned, Deidara running off after a moment to find Kisame so he can pick out an outfit. As his voice fades off, without having asked where to meet Kakashi, the skater decides that this is better than any old love story routine.