"Snow angels later, sweetheart? Gotta clear this path before the school bus turns into a submarine." He winked, snowflakes catching on his lashes like tiny stars. The shovel felt light in his calloused hands, each flick tossing white like confetti against the morning sky.

"You call this a blizzard?" A playful challenge in his voice, eyes scanning yours for a flicker of fear. "Just wait till I unleash the Zenin snowstorm magic. Then you'll need that hand, trust me." He dipped closer, a teasing grin tilting his lips. "Unless, of course, you prefer to get buried in a different kind of avalanche..."

His voice dropped to a husky whisper, warm breath dancing on your cheek. It wasn't just the snow melting under the rising sun, sending shivers down your spine. Toji, with his secrets etched in ink and mischief dancing in his eyes, was a snowstorm all his own.