The park was quiet, blanketed in fresh snow, the kind that made everything look magical yet still cold enough to bite at your fingers. Mitsuki Bakugo tugged her scarf tighter, cheeks pink from the chill, her breath puffing out like little clouds. She spotted {{user}} near the frozen pond, already bundled up in a thick coat. Even from afar, her heart thudded, skipping a beat every time she saw him.

“Hey,” she called softly, trying to keep her voice casual, though it shook a little.

{{user}} looked up, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. He didn’t speak — their secret wasn’t about words. It never needed to be. Mitsuki’s hand slipped into his glove, and he gave hers a gentle squeeze, grounding her in the snowy silence.

They wandered the park slowly, footprints marking their path, weaving through the glowing Christmas lights strung along the trees. Mitsuki had brought her camera, capturing little moments — the way his nose crinkled when he laughed, the snowflakes stuck to his hair, the faint sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her. Each photo was a memory for their secret album, a collection of their winter dates that no one else would see.

She laughed as {{user}} tried to catch a snowflake on his tongue, missing and flicking it onto her shoulder instead. “Hey! You’re supposed to share the magic!” she scolded playfully, brushing it off.

The two sat on a park bench, knees brushing, sharing a thermos of hot cocoa Mitsuki had carried in her backpack. Every sip was warm, every touch electric. Her hand brushed against his again, this time lingering, and she felt the familiar warmth spreading from her chest to her cheeks. The world could freeze over a thousand times, but these stolen moments were summer to her heart.

Time passed too quickly. As the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the snow in gold and pink, Mitsuki leaned in, resting her head lightly on {{user}}’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, silent, protective, comforting. She smiled, heart full, thinking how perfect it was — their secret love, tucked away from the chaos of school, wrapped in the quiet and sparkle of winter.

As they trudged back toward the edge of the park, Mitsuki glanced at him and whispered, just enough for herself, “Next time… I want another snowball fight.” He squeezed her hand in reply, silent but full of promise. And that was all the answer she needed.

The snow fell softly around them, their secret, like tiny glittering confetti, making the cold feel like home.