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This is pretty generally based off a greentext story from KSG.

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Snowflakes


A cold blast of air makes my face tingle, my shoulders shaking ever so slightly. I've got my earmuffs, gloves, heavy winter coat...

Most importantly, though, I've got her.

Beside me on the bench sits Lilly, snuggled up in her winter apparel. Our porch has been our favorite spot on a nightly basis. Every single day of the past two years, even during a wintry night like right now, we find ourselves out here, sitting and enjoying the outdoors together.

The porch luckily shields us from any rain or snow that comes by. It's a simple layout, really: a bench for us to sit and a table for our tea. 

It's become second nature to come out here every night, whether it ending up as me attempting to describe the stars in the night sky to her, or what snow makes the area around us look like.

I don't think that those little moments make what we do to that level of 'special', though.

It's just being together, holding each other and sipping tea like days of old that makes it all the more enticing.

Another slight gust of wind sends a shiver down Lilly's spine, causing me to lean down and pull out a small box from underneath of the bench. For nights like tonight, where it's really too cold for our own body heat and coats to keep us warm, I have a blanket stored that Lilly's mother had knitted for us as one of her various wedding gifts.

I stand up for a moment and unfold the blanket neatly, wrapping Lilly in its entirety. 

She frowns at me.

"Hisao," her voice comes out, sounding a little raspy as the freezing air attacks her lungs, "I've already told you this more than once: we share things as a family." She drags her hand down to the edge of the cover as I sit back down beside her, grabbing the end once she finds it and tossing it over my body.

I sigh.

"I know that well enough. I was just trying to look out for you, I don't want you to get sick or something.."

"But what about you, then? You're just putting yourself at risk when we could easily both just share." She smiles brightly, obviously preparing to tease me a bit. "That is, unless you dislike being close to your wife."

I pout a bit, making a whining noise to get my point across.

"That's not fair. If anything, it's you that doesn't want to be close to me!" She reverses the act onto me, attempting to stifle a giggle as she faces me, tilting her head.

"Is that so?" She pauses for a moment and takes a sip from her cup of tea, obviously her flavor of choice in french vanilla. "Care to elaborate? I must be quite dense, because I don't understand what you're saying..."

"Oh, I figured you wouldn't. I mean, you don't practically push me off the bed when I try to cuddle up or anything. Nope, not at all." I scoff at her, the playful smile on her lips dropping into a sincere frown.

She looks a little bit upset with herself now,  although I really didn't think that she knew. After all, the majority of the time when she does it, she's actually asleep.

"Oh my, that's no good. I personally enjoy our little cuddle sessions before we fall asleep..." She trails off, appearing pretty sad. 

I lean in a bit closer and plant a kiss on her forehead, rubbing her shoulder with my arm that I have wrapped around her.

"Don't worry about it. For the record, that only happened a few times, and you were asleep for all of them." She blushes a bit, a light smile creeping back to her face.

That look is enough to make my mind soar. She's so adorable when she gets embarrassed, and it's truly not an easy feat to accomplish. 

I bring my hand up to her face, brushing a strand of hair out of the way and tucking it behind her ear. She's a bit surprised as my action and faces me again, closing her eyes and lifting her chin.

I laugh a bit and lean in, bringing our lips together. She brings her arms around my neck - well, after nearly hitting me in the face first, that is. We hold together for a while before she pulls away, leaving one final kiss on the tip of my nose.

That has kind of become her signature way of doing things. When she's feeling romantic and happy to be with me, she'll end by leaving a little kiss on my nose, as if I'm her child. Sometimes, that idea that she thinks of me as a child can get annoying, but she doesn't do it too often.

Not to mention, if I was looking for a woman who wouldn't be a good mother, I would not be married to this woman.

After a moment, she slides her hand down to mine with little struggle, grasping it firmly. She leans her head down onto my shoulder, closing her eyes and taking in the sounds of the surrounding winter night.
I smile and take a sip from my cup of tea, warmth spreading throughout my body.

"Hisao?"

"What's up?" She seems to pause for a moment, stringing her thoughts together.

"What do you think of me?" I raise my eyebrow, the question taking me off guard. That's certainly not something I've been asked in a very long time.

"What's brought this up?" She sighs dreamily, snuggling her head into my shoulder a bit.

"Nothing really. It's just, we've been married for a little over two years now. I figure I should ask considering how long it's been since I last did..." She trails off in thought, her voice gentle and fairly filled with emotion. She doesn't sound like she's crying, but rather as if she's in a state of deep thought.

"What makes you think my opinion has changed any bit?" I question, nudging my elbow into her a little.

"Oh don't kid yourself, dear. You know well enough that you see me different as your wife rather than your girlfriend."

She does have a damn good point, I must admit. I feel like most people would see someone they're married to in less positive light than just as a romantic partner, but I think that's not nearly the case for myself.

"Well, if we're talking looks, that hasn't changed at all. You're still beautiful as ever, you know." She places a little jab on my stomach with her hand, making me laugh a bit at her embarrassment.

"Stop it. You know that's a lie."

"Do you think I'd lie about something like that?" She pauses and ponders for a moment, before finally shaking her head no. "Good. Now, let me continue."

"Fine..." She pouts, encasing my hand in between both of hers. I clear my throat as the wind blows through once again, leaving my cheeks stinging from the blast of cold air.


"Anyways, besides your natural beauty, your cooking skills and motherly qualities are on point, as always." I bring my non-occupied hand up and pinch her cheek, making her groan in disapproval.

I smile.

"Most importantly, you're just being yourself. While we were dating, you had a lot of moments where you would try and change yourself for me, and that's not really what I wanted at all. You're a much better person when you're busy being yourself. Is that good enough for you?"

Her emotions all fade into happiness, a grin spanning from ear to ear.

"Always short and sweet, aren't we Hisao?"

I shove my original context to the back of my mind as I chuckle a bit, bringing a hand up and rustling her hair a bit.

"I guess you could say that." After that, we rest in comfortable silence for a few minutes, hanging onto each other and sharing warmth as we take a few sips from our respective cups of tea. 

She breaks the silence after setting down her empty cup on the table, her breath coming out visibly as she breathes out.

"What do you say we go warm up?" She pops the question as she stands up, brushing off fuzzy leftovers from the blanket.

I can feel my cheeks heat up as I rub the back of my neck, laughing at myself. God damn you, male train of thought.

"What did you have in mind?"

She smirks in an evil manner, leaving me stunned at how accurate my mind might have been.

"I know of a couple of things we could do..." 


'Snowflakes' is a song produced by Rawtekk.