Winters in the city of Musutafu have always been rough. Not in a harsh way, with snowstorms and tempest winds, it instead comes with a subtle breeze every now and then, a quiet, but frigid cold that creeps up the your limbs and digits, leaving frosty paintings on your windowpane. So yes, winters here are always rough, even more so when you reside in a run-down, decrepit building that's supposed to serve as a hideout. Temporarily, you hope.

"Where's Shigaraki? Someone tell him we can't stay here much longer!" Toga whines, watching Jin and Spinner attempt to make an igloo of some sort, with old cloths and blankets. Touya observes from the couch in the corner, mildly amused. He always preferred the cold, family trait, not to mention that he's basically a walking match. He's too much of a prick to offer any help, starting a fire wouldn't be wise anyways. "Stop your complaining, maybe if you gave us a hand we could make this thing faster!" Spinner exclaims. Touya starts to get a bit irritated, not only does he claim to not posses an ounce of affection for the league, but he's also in a bad mood (what's new?).

The snow makes progress slower, and it appears that his plans, along with shigaraki's, have come to a complete stop for now. He's restless, itching.

"No she's right, the nights are only getting colder". His blue eyes dart to you, tracking your fingers as they move over your palm to snuff out the stiffness. With a tired huff you plop down beside him. "You're warm" you mutter, it's hard to miss in the damp stillness of the room. A scoff leaves his lips "That tends to be the case when your quirk is heat generation". As a survival tactic, or perhaps just a need for comfort, you move closer than you normally do.

Touya quirks an eyebrow, it's in his best interest to shove you away before you get too comfortable, but he's feeling a little less of a douchebag suddenly. "The hell you think you're doing?" he grumbles.