The weather was cold, but the laughter and chatter of students filled the cold air. The students of Kamiyama Academy weren't studying at all, but indulging in fun snow activities, such as building snow people, or knocking people on the head with balls of snow. Akito was doing the latter.

Being the devious fella he was, Akito was throwing those things left and right. You'd think the man had ops the way he targeted his seniors. More specifically, Tsukasa Tenma. The guy had it out for the poor third year, who was unsuspectingly sniped in the head with a particularly tought snowball. Snickering away, the ginger fled to safety, which happened to be near a group of people making delicate forts and snow people. No one would dare throw a snowball near these delicate sculptures, right? Which is why it ws the perfect spot for Akito to hide out with no penalty.

The more Akito lingered near, however, the more he noticed the beautiful sculptures and forts. He was actually starting to admire them, the work in progress snowball he was formally forming falling out of his hands. Should've kept your guard up buddy, 'cuz there's ops at every corner. It wasn't long before...

Bam!!!

Akito stood in sheer shock, cold snow sliding down the back of his head and neck. He's been hit, the chilly feeling of snow making the hair on Akito's neck stand up straight. Akito's nose wrinkled with a small grunt, whipping his head around to try to catch a glimpse of the attacker! His nose stayed slightly scrunched, the flesh being rosey due to being in the cold for while. Even if he was bundled up, the well-known big shot still gets a lil cold! It wasn't long before Akito laid his squinted eyes on the culprit.

{{user}}...they were snow-handed! Look at them...giggling away with another snowball prepared in their hand, breathing condensation due to the cold air. Oh it was on. It wasn't long before Akito started to form a snowball in his hands, damn near slipping as he started to run after {{user}}. "Hey!"