It's Hitsukarin Week on tumblr, in case some of you didn't know! And, funnily enough, this prompt matched perfectly with the Hitsukarin Week prompt for today, so I killed two birds with one stone.

Prompt: Snow Day

Rating: K

The snowball hits him square in the head.

He scowls, turns to the culprit.

She cackles, sprinting away from him like a child. She is hindered in her getaway by the sheer amount of clothing she is wearing—hat, scarf, mittens, sweater, coat, boots, and…what did she call them?…snow pants?

Either way, she waddles more than runs, and it would all be quite comical if he didn't have slush creeping down his neck.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" he asks, irritated.

"Why would I do that?" she calls. She's sticking her tongue out to catch the flakes, and he can't help but smile at the pure glee on her face. "It's a snow day!"

But he has always been the more practical one. "Yes," he concedes, making his way back to her side, "but it's a snow day I created. Because you said you needed more time to study."

"I know that," she retorts. "But snow days are for snowmen and snowball fights and sledding and snow angels, not studying!"

He raises an eyebrow, undeterred. He did not abuse his zanpakuto's power just so she could play in the snow.

She sighs a loud, lengthy sigh that makes him out to be the unreasonable one. "How about this? We'll make snow angels and get Yuzu to make us some hot chocolate. Then I'll study, I promise."

"Okay," he agrees reluctantly. "How do you do this 'snow angel'?"

She smiles, a smile he has come to learn means she is up to no good. Still, he is unprepared when she tackles him and they both go flying into the snow.

He instinctively takes the brunt of the fall, and she lands on top of him with an ooof. Still, the snow covers her form as much as his.

"Thanks, Toshiro," she says, and this close he can see the snowflakes touch her eyelashes before they melt into nothingness. She leans over and kisses him on the cheek, her own tinted pink from the cold or something more.

He can feel his face warm. "No problem," he mutters. She smiles, and he wonders why he even fought her in the first place.

And then she stuffs a handful of snow into his face, and he remembers.

A/N: It's actually drabbley this time are you guys proud of me? You know I have issues writing short things and not turning them into epics. lol

Let me know. ;)