Ch2

Now that he and she have met at that fated moment, let's continue after the interlude.

With a slight shiver, he turned around to look at her. And, well… what other emotion could be felt by him other than utter love? She was cute, much more so than Moka. Moka was very attractive and he did imagine doing many a thing to her for a while but this one… oh, she was perfect. Skin of a soft and fair maiden that looked as if it seemed to slightly glisten in the sun as if a thousand snowflakes were on it, hair a deep and luscious purple, as if made with either Manganese violet or the Purple of Cassius, flowing gracefully on her with the soft breeze coming through the windows. This utterly enthralled him, a soft blush coming atop his skin as their eyes met. He was staring at her with kind eyes, something of which she rarely got from a man, let alone the one she thought of stalking. Her prior attempts at love via stalking had caused her much pain in her heart, making his look of awe at her that much more interesting to see not only for her, but the sense of immediate lovestruck wonder had sent most of their thoughts on the class to the side.

"B-Beautiful…" stammered Shota, a rarity for the usually composed Kartvelian. "I'm Shota. Who are you?"

The yuki-onna looked back at him, a slight blush forming back at him as her quiet and somewhat monotone voice replied back with her name. "Mizore Shirayuki."

Mizore. What a girl. He then turned back to the lessons as the whole time, he just couldn't shake her from his mind. She was graceful, composed, somewhat mysterious and someone who he felt he could get to know and unravel more so than say, Moka. As he focused on the lessons, the cold tickle at the back of his neck returned. If this was Mizore's work, then what exactly was she? Think, Shota, think. Time to think logically and eliminate everything that doesn't fit like a certain misanthropic doctor from television with a rather fucked leg and a pill problem. Right, she glistened like snow, her name means sleet, which is made from snow and rain. Her last name had the word for snow. What causes snow or deals with snow and ice? Not much, really. She didn't appear to be from outside of Japan, so that rules out a few possibilities relating to some of the Slavic ones he knew in passing or the ones of legendary Georgian tales of old. That really only left yuki-onna as he was drawing a blank on everything else. And it seemed to fit nicely.

After what seemed like an eternity as he focused on the classes and on her, it came to pass that it was lunchtime. So finally, he had his chance, turning around to face her. Now that he was facing her, he gently placed his hands on the front of her desk before beginning to speak to her. Getting to know her was his priority at present. And it was with that in mind that he began to speak.

"I know a quiet place we can talk in. Do you want to join me?" Shota asked, before continuing. "This room is a bit too busy and I'd like to know you a bit more."

After a nod of approval from Mizore, he went out of the room and down towards the outside of the building. After that and a quick walk into a small clearing in the forest, he sat down on a tree stump, whilst Mizore, who followed him like she was stalking him (which in a way she was, but with his knowledge.) popped down in front of him from a tree nearby. In this way, he got to see a lot more of her. She looked to be taller than he was, but only by approximately 6cm. Her figure was rather fine, in that Goldilocks zone between athletic, homely and doll-like.

"I'm impressed." stated Shota as he looked her over a bit more. "Assuming you're a Yuki-onna, which I think you probably are, I'm impressed that I made it this far without being frozen to a tree. If I'm right then I really don't care what you are. I don't need to care that much. And besides, I like cold things."

This caused Mizore to blush more than she had done in class. He guessed what she was perfectly and with no mistakes. He didn't panic with her and he liked things cold. A double, nay… a triple win. This caused the stalker to nod, smile gently and move closer to him. "How did you?"

He interrupted her with a cheeky smile as he stood up and moved closer to her, eventually making it close enough to her that he could hold her and she to hold him. "Deduction, dear Mizore. There isn't much that could produce cold on my neck that way, you're not something that's common in European tales and I eliminated everything that didn't fit."

After thinking for a few moments on his logic, she decided to show off a little bit to see if his reactions were as real and as genuine as she had heard. If he genuinely didn't care that she was a Yuki-onna, then he wouldn't get scared. With that, she formed her right hand into ice claws and held it between them. But what he did was surprising.

After taking one look at the ice claw, he looked at her face and then lifted it, gently moving it to his left shoulder. Yes, it was making his uniform a bit wet but he wasn't actively panicking. Actually, what he felt was a sense of curiosity about her, making her all the more mysterious and alluring to himself.

"I'm sorry for not asking, but I actually find that rather nice. It fits with you." He stated, which caused Mizore to return her hand to normal before hugging him. She'd had bad times and experiences with men before, be they human or monster. He'd been deeply disliked by human women due to a lack of vertical prowess (read, short as fuck) so that was why he was rather charmed by her paying attention to him.

The next few hours they'd spent together, cutting class so they could talk and get to know each other, the pair of them learning much more than anticipated. Mizore was looking for the one to have a life with. Shota was awful in the snow but wanted to learn more. Mizore couldn't say the name of his hometown of Tbilisi. Shota liked cold food. Mizore was rather possessive. Shota learned how much control she had over ice and snow by getting Mizore to make it snow for the two of them. Mizore learned about his dislike of warm rooms. Shota learned the lollipops regulated her body temperature. Mizore got a laugh when he said he'd install a camera in his room for her if he could. Shota learned her stalking habits. They both realized they were the same age with the same birthday. And finally, Shota learned about all of Mizore's bad luck with men.

As they both began to realize that it was getting rather dark, they walked together back towards the dorms. It was clear that the pair both had some sort of growing feelings for each other, but they didn't know it yet. And besides, it was Friday so they could have some fun all weekend if they so chose.

"Men, especially most of the human ones…" he stated, holding her hand as they walked towards the dorms. "…tend to be rather possessive and aggressive. The men who went for you didn't deserve you. What those men did is not the mark of a real man."

Blushing the same as she did earlier in the day as they walked back, she asked. "Why, Shota? Why do you think that?"

"Because I've dealt with it too. Look at me. I'm short, I like treating people with respect and I don't like to be or particularly want to be tough. In Georgia they called me an effeminate sissy, called me much worse. I got beaten up a lot for being short and not very masculine and kept being told to harden the fuck up or go die. In a way, I'm glad I'm here with you instead of back in Georgia in the human world. I've been beaten and pelted with rocks for defending people. I've seen grown men get aggressive and beat me because I said that their women deserve to be happy and able to do whatever they want. Hell, I even had two guys threaten me with knives because I said I'm friends with a gay man. I like people like you, Mizore. You're bold enough, you do whatever you want to do, you follow your dreams and you follow your heart. I know you'll never change for a man, and I like that." He stated, tearing up a bit when he mentioned how bad he got beaten and threatened. They'd both had traumas, yes. But the sight of Shota reminiscing over his pain caused her to hold him close and kiss the top of his head as they reached the doorway of the dorm building. Unbelievable. Her Shota, being hurt for being himself.

After he ceased crying, she took him to her dorm room. Rather luckily, it was next to his, with a door system interconnecting them (Oddly because the person who did the design for the dorm building had placed interconnecting doors in the rooms at the end for couples who'd officially been wedded to live in them. This person got a hard bash from the headmaster, who fixed the problem by fitting doors with no way to open unless you force them in an attempt to save money rather than seal over the wall altogether.). He liked her room, she'd been quiet the previous night and he liked how she'd set it up.

"Mizore, this is nice. Do you want the air cooler on? I want to see how cold it gets." He said as he then sat down on the floor, between her bed and coffee table. Grinning a bit with his eagerness for it to get cold, she pulled out a special lollipop and handed it to him. The instructions on it said it was a heat regulator for non-Yuki-onna so they could withstand cold. With a look on his face of curiosity, he opened it and placed it in his mouth. It tasted… well, rather nice in a very peculiar way. Mainly it tasted of tarragon, saffron and vanilla with a slight pepper taste. But it wasn't that bad once he got more used to it. He didn't feel particularly cold or anything, especially since whilst he was getting used to it, Mizore had turned the rooms particularly strong air cooler to -5 degrees Celsius and had then sat beside him, smiling as he gave her a deadpan look and adjusted the lollipop so he could speak to her.

"This lollipop isn't working." He said as he turned his head to see a bottle of water that Mizore placed on the coffee table slowly begin to freeze due to the cold whilst he had taken his blazer off and didn't feel the cold in the slightest. But alas, he then continued. "Well it does work. Sorry about that. What would you like to do?"

Mizore, who'd never gotten this far with a boy she liked had decided that enough was enough with the pleasantries and held him close, closing her eyes and sitting on his lap. Shota was the one for her, and she was going to make it known loud and crystal clear to him. With Shota picking up on this, he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes as they finally kissed, holding her close to him as she took what she wanted and began to play, making out with him and taking joy in their tongues exploring each other's mouths and revelling in the fact that they were both following their heart and doing love to their own way.

After what seemed like an eternity of embracing, Shota broke the kiss to ask her a question that would make their action a bit more joyous to the pair of them.

"I love you, Mizore. Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, panting slightly.

"I love you, Shota." She said, nodding back. "And yes I will. Please, call me your little snow bunny."

"Not likely, I think I'll call you my Snow Queen instead." He replied as he then kissed the side of her neck.

AUTHOR NOTES: Ch3 WILL BE A LEMON. FURTHER, SHOTA WILL USUALLY HAVE A LOLLIPOP IN TOO, WHETHER IT'S A HEAT ONE OR SOMETHING MORE NORMAL JUST TO MATCH MIZORE.