Year of The OTP Event 2023

January- Snow (Sambastian SDV)

If there was one thing Sebastian hated, it was snow. He hated how the sticky, wet substance would grip onto his boots each time he went out to smoke a cigarette and the fact that it was too cold and dangerous to take his motorcycle out. When the first snowfall hit, it wasn't hard to see the disdain in his hurting eyes as he looked out the kitchen window. Small flakes of snow flurried about as they fell to the frozen ground where they had already begun to accumulate. He let out a sigh before making his way to the front door to put on his black snow boots. They were still wet from his last smoke break. Once he slipped on his boots, he stepped outside. Not bothering to put on a heavier coat, he began his usual stroll to the lake by his house. This time of year, the lake was frozen enough that one could walk on it.

Sebastian pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He brought a cigarette up to his lips and fished around in his jacket pockets for a lighter. A few moments go by as his hands search for one. Just as he thinks he left it at home, his hand finds one and pulls it out. He takes a long drag and looks out at the lake. Lost in thought, he fails to notice a pair of footsteps crunching behind him in the snow.

"That shit'll kill you, y'know," a familiar voice expressed. It was Sam, Sebastian's best friend.

"So? I'm not afraid of death. You know this," Sebastian replied, taking another drag, "How'd you find me out here anyway?"

"I've noticed you always come out here when you smoke." There was an awkward silence between the two for a moment before Sam spoke up again, "It's really snowy tonight." 

"I hate this shit," Sebastian said coldly. 

"I dunno if I do. It makes the world seem so beautiful." 

Sebastian looked up and noticed the pale snow settling on the treetops across the lake. The wind shifted the branches softly and snow would flutter onto the ground. 

"I suppose I can see it," He mumbled insincerely, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the ground. One of the many things that he liked about Sam was his optimism. There wasn't any situation that Sam couldn't make brighter, even if it was something Sebastian hated as much as the snow. He looked over and saw Sam standing next to him, his typical jean jacket replaced by a heavy winter coat. His blue jeans were torn from the many times he had fallen off his skateboard, which rested at his side, and a red beanie concealed Sam's blond hair. Everything about him made Sebastian's heart skip a beat. He finished his cigarette and put it out in the snow before stuffing the butt into his jacket pocket to dispose of later. "Let's head inside." 

Sam fidgeted with his gloves, "Actually, let's stay out here. It's the first snowfall of the year. We should enjoy it together." 

"I guess so," Sebastian replied, "Just not too long though." 

Sam's eyes lit up and he bent down on the ground to pick up some snow. He turned around for a moment before suddenly a snowball hit Sebastian in the face. Completely unamused, he scoffed at the blond, who was laughing. 

"I totally got you good." Sam giggled. Sebastian couldn't lie, he loved the sound of Sam's laughter. It was always contagious. 

"Whatever," Sebastian griped, wiping the excess snow off of his face before pulling another cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, "Don't do it again." 

"C'mon man, you're no fun," Sam teased. He looked over at Sebastian, who was holding a cigarette with his bare hand, "Aren't you cold?" 

"No, I don't get cold," Sebastian muttered. Sam reached down and grabbed his free hand, effectively making him blush. 

"Really? Then why's your hand cold as ice?" He asked. 

Sebastian didn't have an answer. Instead, he let his hand linger in Sam's for a little too long before pulling it away. His face heated up at the warm touch of his friend.

"You okay?" Sam asked, "You're really red."

"I'm fine," Sebastian sighed, looking away, clearly embarrassed. 

"Alright. If you say so," Sam murmured as he looked over at Sebastian. His medium-length raven hair was slightly disheveled from the breeze and he could see both of Sebastian's eyes- a feature that he often missed. His mocha brown orbs seemed filled with emotion, though Sam couldn't figure out what. Sam turns his eyes away from the male and looks up at the snowflakes falling from the sky. A smile glances across his lips as he sticks his tongue out, catching a snowflake or two. Sebastian looks over at Sam and fidgets with the lighter in his pocket. By this point, his cigarette had gone out and he stored the butt with the other in the pocket of his jacket. Sam looks back at Sebastian with his tongue still sticking out, a grin plastering his face.  "They don't taste too bad!" 

Sebastian looks away for a second before replying, "Really? Then let me taste," 

He grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him in for a chaste kiss, leaving them both blushing like mad. Tension arose in the air when his lips met Sam's. Sam moved his free hand to rest on Sebastian's arm. When they pull away, Sam rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.  

"I-I... I didn't know you felt the same way," He muttered.

Sebastian didn't respond and instead interlocked his fingers with Sam's, rubbing the back of his hand gently with his palm. 

"Let's go inside," Sebastian murmurs, looking at Sam. 

"Y-Yeah." 

As the two turn to walk away, Sebastian takes one last glance across the frozen lake. The trees still dancing in the wind and the snow still scurrying about. Sebastian starts to see some of the beauty that Sam was talking about. After all, the snow was what got him to confess, right? Maybe the snow isn't so bad after all.