Young Love: Osaibaru One-Shots And short stories

Snow War.

As a writer and reader, I hate when I go to request one-shots but there are no pre-published oneshots that I can read to judge if the story will suck. That's why I'm writing my own one-shot for you to read, to judge my writing skill. This will not be lemon. This is a fluff story.

Raibaru zipped up her white jacket, with its pink (pixelated) snowflake design. She looked in the mirror, seeing her scarf, her white beanie with pink and purple patterns, her purple skirt with matching scarf and mittens, her pink leggings, and her white snow boots. She walked outside to meet with Osana.

Osana finished fitting on her black boots.  She looked at herself, her red earmuffs with a purple bind and red cat ears, her pink skirt, her orange and magenta striped leggings, and her ugly sweater, which had white stripes on the sleeves and a white cat on the front with "Meowy XMas" on the back.

"Alright," Osana looked at Raibaru. "We've got our snowmen posts. Let the Snow War commence!" Raibaru dived for her snowball pile and Osana simply knelt down. She grabbed a snowball and aimed for Raibaru's fort, when she was hit by a snowball on the cheek from the left. "I see your beanie Raibaru!" Osana threw the snowball onto her girlfriend's head. "Direct hit!"
"I'm gonna get you back!" She laughed, running for her snow fort. "Wrap it up..."
Osana threw another snowball. "Come on, get me!"
"And let it go!" Raibaru pulled the snowy rope and five snowballs charged at Osana. She ran away from the onset, but was hit by one snowball. "Direct hit!"
Osana hid behind debris while Raibaru repaired some walls. She was rolling up a giant snowball, and had it over a plank. She placed a good sized piece of wood under the plank to create a seesaw.
"Eat this, Raibaru!" Osana jumped on the up end of the plank and catapulted the snowball at her girlfriend. Raibaru squealed before falling to the ground. Osana went to jump on her, but Raibaru was too quick, rolling over. Osana hit the ground, laughing. They were both lying there, laughing in the snow.
"That was fun Osana."
"I know."
"Can we... do it again next time it snows?"
"Only if you're up for it! Let's go to my house for hot cocoa... for now."
"Next up, Snow Angels!"

Now you know how I write, and can judge if I'm a good enough author for your request.