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Pairing: TysonXHilary

Ask meme number: 11

Genre: Romance

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"Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

Hilary shrieked with laughter when the pile of snow landed In Tyson's hair, a white patch showing clearly among the blue strands. Tyson glared at her from across the yard, but the corner of his lips twitched, showing Hilary that he wasn't really angry.

"Right, that's it!" He bent down to gather an armful of snow, then ran towards the brunette. She was going to pay. As he thought she was going to, Hilary began running frantically in the other direction, shouting curse words in Japanese. Before long she came to a dead end: the wall that separated their yard from next door. And that was when Tyson could strike.

The dragon grinned as he dumped the load onto his girlfriend's head and shoulders, enjoying her cries of annoyance and shock as the icy flakes fell down her coat and stung her back. Unsurprisingly Hilary wasn't amused, and the fact that she was wearing her best blue top meant that she had reason to unleash her alternative persona: Angry Nag Mom.

"Tyson!"

"Aw, come on Hil! It's just some fun!

"You know I love this top! And now it's ruined! Completely and utterly ruined. I hope you're proud of yourself."

Hilary huffed childishly and turned her back on Tyson, who was standing still and looking like a lost puppy. Eyes wide and wet, mouth open slightly, a look of pure despair on his face.

He hated making her mad. She could go hours without talking to him, and would reply to his questions or comments with shrugs or grunts, or, if he was lucky, a one-worded retaliation that was sharper than knives. Lions would cower at the fierceness of her glare and her scowl could break mirrors.

But the reason why he hated making her mad wasn't because of the harsh treatment he received for a few hours. He hated angering her because they got along so well 99% of the time, and on the rare occasions they fell out, Tyson felt like he was being stabbed in the gut. And now they were shivering in the garden, depressed and annoyed, when just thirty seconds ago they were having the time of their lives.

"Hilaryyyy!" Tyson whined, nudging her shoulder with his forehead. "Don't be such a bore! We were having fun! Snow is just water, your top will dry. And we still have that snowman to build… Remember?"

Praying that the mention of the snowman would drag Hilary out of her temporary sulk, Tyson observed the garden, looking for the perfect place to begin their creation. It hardly ever snowed in Tokyo and they were lucky if they got a couple of hours of light snowflakes during the coldest part of the December- but somehow this was their lucky year. The day before had been sunny, so it was a pleasant surprise when they opened the curtains to find the city had been covered with a white blanket.

Hilary huffed once more before reluctantly turning around. She couldn't deny that she wanted to build a snowman. Neither of them had ever experienced as much snow as this, and even she knew that wasting this privilege over a wet top was immature.

"Fine. Okay. Let's build a snowman." She nodded her head.

"Great! Like that song from that film."

"… Frozen?"

"Yeah! Frozen."

"You're still making Frozen jokes? Go back to 2013, Tyson."

Hilary rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, though she was smiling. He was a nerd and a dork and was annoying and messy and ate too much, he could be insensitive and even as bossy as her sometimes. But she loved him. Loved his perfections and loved his flaws. Although she would never admit that, of course. She was much too proud.

For the next few hours they played around in their garden, crafting the perfect snowman, adorning him with pebble eyes and a parsnip nose when they were done (they failed to own any carrots, so a parsnip would have to do.) Tyson reframed from starting another snowball fight and Hilary didn't mention that her top was sticking to her skin due to the wetness. It was the perfect end to a perfect day- ignoring the minor hiccup- and as the sun began to set, they stumbled back inside, exhausted.

"That. Was. Amazing!" Tyson laughed and fell backwards onto the couch, smearing the cushions with snow and dirt. Hilary just smiled and nodded, not even noticing. She went into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

They watched bad films and drank hot chocolate together for the remainder of the day, laughing at the appalling jokes and crying at the love scenes. They felt content, they felt warm, and they felt happy. As well as absolutely exhausted, and it was Hilary who had to carry Tyson to bed when they finished watching The Railway Children at three minutes to midnight.

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