𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: bnha x atla

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 of Iluliaq's bedroom within Hawks' opulent penthouse in Kyushu was a surreal sanctuary of solitude.

A winter haven, crafted by his own elemental affinity, where temperatures plummeted and the air held a crystalline quality, turning an ordinary room into a frozen diorama. The walls glittered with a delicate frosting, while the furniture resembled artful statues, ensnared in a perpetual winter.

There, amidst the serene, arctic landscape, Iluliaq lay sprawled across his bed, a stark contrast to the chill that would have had others shivering. His lean form was draped in nothing but silk sheets and simple boxers, his skin seemingly impervious to the cold that he so naturally commanded.

The tranquil silence was abruptly shattered by the creak of a door inching open. A sliver of warmth attempted to invade the frigid room, only to be rebuffed by the entrenched frost. Hawks, resplendent in his hero attire, peered through the gap, his eyes finding Iluliaq's indifferent gaze. The hero's expression was a mix of exasperation and determination, knowing all too well the temperament of his protégé.

"Frostbite!" Hawks called out, his voice piercing the cold. "Get dressed, and make it something decent. We've got a meeting with the Hero Commission, and they won't take kindly to you showing up like... well, like you just rolled out of an iceberg. We can't have you looking like a snowman." His words were sharp, yet there was an underlying note of concern.

Iluliaq exhaled a sigh, visible as a puff of vapor in the chilled air. "Do I really have to?" He retorted, the words heavy with a boredom that seemed to seep into his very bones.

"It's not a request, Frostbite," Hawks replied sternly, though he couldn't help but crack a small grin at the young man's typical lack of enthusiasm. "You need to learn how to play nice with the other kids in the playground."

Iluliaq pushed himself up, the silk sheets sliding off his bare torso, revealing a sculpted physique unaffected by the cold. "I'm not one of your 'kids,' Keigo." He snapped, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I don't need to 'play nice.'"

Hawks sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Just put on something nice, alright?"

"Fine, but I'm choosing what 'nice' means." Iluliaq conceded, his voice void of any real commitment.

"That's the spirit." Hawks said, though he quickly added, "Just remember, no ice-themed ties, okay? We're trying to be subtle."

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Iluliaq dismissed Hawks' attempt at humor. "Subtlety is my middle name."

Hawks chuckled and shook his head, "You're the last person I'd call subtle. Now get moving, or we'll be late." With that, he retreated from the doorway, closing it with a click, leaving the cold to its master once again.

Shrugging off the sheets, Iluliaq rose, his feet padding softly on the icy floor as he strode to the walk-in closet. It was filled with an array of designer brands and high-end fashion, each piece handpicked by Hawks, who insisted that his protégé deserved nothing less than the finest.

As Iluliaq emerged from his frost-kissed chamber, clad in the carefully selected attire that straddled the line between elegance and indifference.

The silk white dress shirt draped effortlessly over his form, contrasting with the sleek black slacks and polished dress shoes that whispered of sophistication. Each movement he made was a study in graceful nonchalance, a stark figure against the frozen backdrop of his secluded sanctuary.