You and Kirishima had finally finished your snowman. It took awhile, but it was finally done. He had the buttons and eyes made of coal, the orange carrot for the nose and sticks for arms.

"Oh, right! He needs a scarf!"

Kirishima, the shirtless boy exclaimed. As if on cue, the ash blonde came outside, scolding the redhead for playing in the snow without proper clothing. They went back in forth in the background, but the only thoughts in your head was how appealing Katsuki's scarf was for your incomplete snowman.