A/N: Special thanks to my friend for this chapter! She gave me something to write about when I ran out of ideas :)
Mikuo woke up to something falling against his face. He panicked at first, thinking that spiders had fallen down from the ceiling, but it wasn't so.
"Morning, Kuo! It's snowing."
Mikuo turned to see Akaito standing over him, a styrofoam piece in his hands. The redhead brushed the piece against a hand and the fall outs sat silently on Mikuo's head.
"... Good morning, Akaito. Yes, it seems to be snowing in here." Mikuo smiled a creepy smile. "The snow, however, doesn't seem to melt, does it?"
Akaito ignored the creepy aspect of the smile. "Of course! It's just styrofoam, silly little Kuo. The real snow's outside."
"Wait... it's really snowing outside?" Mikuo looked at the window.
"It stopped early in the morning." Akaito went over and opened the window. A cold breeze blew in.
Mikuo joined Akaito at the window. The whole place was white with snow.
"Your first winter here, right?" Akaito nudged Mikuo softly.
Mikuo nodded.
"Happy winter." Akaito grinned.
"... Happy winter to you, too." Mikuo was glad Akaito had a heart of compassion, because he would get really mad if Akaito brought real snow to him.
Mikuo looked at his bed covered in styrofoam. "You'll clean that up, won't you?"
"Hm?" Akaito followed Mikuo's gaze. And gulped. "Ah... eh... you'll help me, right?"
"As if."
"I... I'll definitely show everyone the dirty magazines under your bed, Kuo! Definitely!"
"... There's no such thing under my bed."
Akaito huffed and went out. Moments later he came back with a dirty magazine and put it under Mikuo's bed. "There is now!"
Mikuo rolled his eyes. "Where'd you get it from?"
"I got it from-"
Suddenly Kaito dashed in through the door and landed a kick on Akaito's back.
"That guy," Akaito finished, pointing at his brother.
"... I see." Mikuo gave a satisfied nod. He'd never believe in a billion years that Akaito actually owned a dirty magazine.