A/N: My goal is to give all of you type two diabetes from all the fluffy, sugary fluffity fluff-fluff. Isn't fluff a funny word? :'D Stare at it for a moment: fluff. FLUFF.

The park was not as crowded as he had expected. Then again, even though it had snowed torrentially the night prior, the roadways had been

cleared early enough for school to remain in session. Mikami Teru had no doubt in his mind that as soon as the bells rung, the place would be

swarming with children making snowmen and having snowball fights.

His God was currently finishing the former activity, gloved hands expertly smoothing out the last of the rough snow. He extended his palm

towards the prosecutor who promptly gave him a top hat, two extremely large buttons, a carrot, and a scarf, and

then took several steps backward to examine his handiwork.

"It's beautiful, Milord." Mikami complimented. "The proportions are perf--"

He was interrupted by a ball of snow hitting him right between the eyes, Light bending over with a challenging smirk on his face. The lawyer

retaliated when the Yagami was in the middle of speaking.

"Really, Teru. You speak too much so-"

Splat.

The battle was on now, several curious onlookers keeping their distance as two fully grown men in suits pelted each other with snowballs. It

was an epic contest; Mikami's projectiles were larger and thrown harder, but Light was quicker and had better accuracy.

Teru let his God win, of course; though he did nail him a few times in order to exact revenge on all the times his master would not eat the food

he had specially prepared.

With a huff he threw his arms up in the air, fog trailing out of his mouth.

"You win. You win."

Light crossed his arms in a dignified manner as to show it was obvious that he would emerge victorious; however, the poor man was quivering

in his boots. Mikami approached him apprehensively, hearing the occasional click of chattering teeth and noticing how Light was in a state of

constant vibration.

"You're cold."

It was not a question.

"I told you that you should have worn an additional layer," as he chided, the older male slipped off his trench coat and wrapped it around the

other who huddled gratefully into its warmth.

"Th-thank you, m-my pet." Light smiled weakly at the prosecutor, the likes of which seeming to roll his eyes at the name- it was an obvious

measure to ensure Light's authority- as he wrapped one arm around his shoulders.

"Come on, let's go home."

During the walk home, Teru couldn't help but blush when Light cuddled closer and complained that he was still shivering, even when it was

obvious he wasn't.

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