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Sumeragi Tenma | Sunlight

The bitter cold of winter offers you no reprieve and you begin to lose all feeling in the tips of your fingers. In a feeble attempt to warm yourself up once again, you cup your hands close to your mouth and breathe hotly against them to no avail. There's a scarf that's thickly wound around your neck, its color the same pure shade of white that mirrors the fresh snow beneath your feet.

The street you walk upon is coated in a sheet of white and more continuously falls in flurried flakes, decorating the tops of store awnings. The few people who linger around the narrow street lined with shops are dressed similarly to you and you couldn't help but allow your gaze to linger on their gloved hands in envy.

You shiver in your heavy jacket, a frown permanently situated on your lips at the thought of the chill seeping through your clothes despite the many layers you adorned yourself with. The only thing that was seemingly missing was the pair of gloves that would have undoubtedly given your poor hands more protection against the winter breeze. With another huff of hot air against your fingers, you think of how unfair life truly was.

The boy walking alongside you looks generally unaffected by the cold and you glance at him with a mixture of contempt and wonder. It's almost no surprise to you that he meets your gaze with a smug look, almost as if he were reveling in your despair.

"Told you to bring your gloves." He says and it's enough to drive a flicker of irritation to burn in your chest.

You huff indignantly, lowering your hands to tuck them under your arms as you snuggle your face deeper into your scarf. ". . .Shut up." You mumble walking closer to him and making an effort to harshly bump into his side.

"O-Oi!" He falters in his stride and you use this opportunity to quickly shoot out your arms in order to latch onto him. When he regains his footing and attempts to shake you off, you don't budge and only tighten your grip on him. ". . .What are you doing?"

"Warming myself up." You answer simply, hugging his arm closer to your chest as your eyes focus on your feet to synchronize your steps with his. "That's your duty as my boyfriend."

You pretend to not hear the defeated sigh that escapes his lips and only nuzzle your cheek against the sleeve of his jacket happily when he offers no resistance. You notice almost immediately that your fingers warm up nicely under the combined heat of not only your body but his as well.

The surrounding echoes of winter and playful banter that ensues between the two of you melds away and you focus on nothing other than the warmth that settles in your chest. The boy you clutch onto and peer up with fluttering lashes reminds you of the summer you miss dearly. The color of his hair is reminiscent of the sun and his smile, no matter how smug or arrogant it is, never fails to brighten your day.

Although you miss the sun and summer days, you find yourself grateful for the bitter cold of winter. At least now you were given an excuse to cling tightly to your own personal sun that was Sumeragi Tenma.