The weightless snowflakes wouldn't let up; covering and seeking shelter on anything they could land on. Raining down and caking everything in cold fluff. But none so like the two out in the slow tender hail. Two figures were in the white wonderland. One standing comfortably in a warm jumpsuit, the other on her knees only in her nightwear, wrapped in a thin dango printed blanket now covered in snow, getting wet and soggy.
The boy shook his head, blonde golden locks swayed in the air knocking away all the snow. He barley looked behind him through his damped hair to see the very woman who wanted him to stay. He saw her blush lips turn a bit purple from being outside unprepared for too long. Her button nose now beat red and her cheeks flushed. He only looked down and pried his way out of her arms.
She had him; she had him in her arms! He was so warm! Human contact was an enigma to Anko. Always wrapping people in snakes and harming people just to get close to them, even if it made them hate her more. Here he was, sweet enough to give her dango for no reason, just HER. She closed her coffee eyes in bliss, loving every second of the bizarre contact and snuggled in close. Not this time, no more threats, no more snakes or seducing or any more of the mask she wore, the little girl deep inside Anko rose for the first time in years.
Her eyes shot wide as he wrestled out of her hold, she couldn't believe it! He was leaving! Her mind shattered, all the images of what fun they could have had fled from her mind; her numb finger gripped her face that was inches away from the snow. She broke her own walls down and she was still ignored. Her mind almost going into rapture, she almost missed the weight put onto her back.
Her face lifted up at break neck speed, her eyes wide and mouth agape. There he was, so close, still there and never left. He gently tightened the ugly orange jacket on her, the fur collar tickling her neck. Oh how it was sweetly warm, she wished to never take it off. Her cloudy coffee eyes sheepishly stared through her tangled damp hair, speechless. lips quivering.
He held her face and chuckled, it sounded so sweet to her ears, almost more sweeter then her obsession with dango. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears soon to flow from her eyes. He even cleaned the snot running down from her petite nose with the bottom of his shirt. "It looks like you need that hot cocoa more than I do, Anko-Chan…"
He tenderly lifted her up and helped her get back into the house; there foot prints the only evidence showing anyone was there. Once Anko was back inside he went back and picked up the forgotten box of hot dango. The small boy smiled and headed inside. It was going to be a long night for both of them.