The league of villains. Bad, hidden in the shadows, groups of people that only like to create chaos and destruction everywhere they go. Surely people like them would never use to celebrate christmas, at least, that's what you thought before joining the most infamous league of villains.

You stood, watching as toga played with a villain you weren't sure the name of, throwing snowballs at each other. Shigaraki stood just at the side, time to time yelling as he got hit by one of the iced balls.

You were standing aside, clearly still not enough close to throw white, cold balls into their faces. To be honest, the only one you managed to get a bit closer to was Dabi, which was weird, since everyone wondered how you did so after only a few days, you guessed he was a close, hard-to-know, person.

Currently, he was standing beside you, his hands into his red coat's pockets. He stared boredly at the three playing, without saying a word. Maybe you...

"Are you cold?" He interrupted your thoughts drily, probably noticing the light shivering in your body.

...Should've started a conversation. Well, before he did so.

"A little" You murmured, giving him an awkward smile, thinking he was asking so because he was annoyed. You had a feeling he thought you were weak. Why else would someone keep his eyes on you everywhere and help you with the dumbest thing? No other reasons. Right?

He looked down at you for a few moments, before gently wrapping his arm around your waist with a click of his tongue, pulling you close to his body. Suddently, a wave of warmth wrapped around you like a blanket. Was he...Using his quirk to warm you up?

You stood there rigidly for a second, before calming down.

"Better?" He asks, looking down at your shorter figure, raising a brow. And despite the usual coldness in his expression, his actions, and the glimp of affection in his eyes told you otherwise. Maybe at the end, it wasn't about you being weak.