Kokichi Ouma adores the snow.

The cold nipping at his nose, rosy red at the tip always meant it was time to welcome a winter wonderland as well as whole new arsenal of pranks right at his finger tips.

Hiding behind a snowman just to jump out and scare someone? Classic.

Shoving snow down someone's shirt while they aren't looking? Always a goodie.

But of course, most of his fondness laid with the most traditional trick of the trade: a hopd old-fashioned snowball to the face.

Of course, he didn't come unprepared. Ear muffs cupping his freezing ears and scarf tucked neatly around his neck. The unnecessary layers of jackets that gave his usually agile walk a slight toddler-like waddle.

He kept an eye on all his surroundings, ensuring he wouldn't make the mistake of leaving an opening for retaliation.

So, when he sees you venture out amidst the rest of your classmates, you just happened to be an unfortunate target.

The moment the well-packed ball splatters across his face, he instantly begins to laugh loudly, your bewildered expression falling on the culprit.

"Ahahah! Haha! Y-You should have seen your face! You looked ridiculous!"

He's far too busy laughing at your plight to notice you rolling up your own little ball of revenge until it's too late.

"Hahaha...! You know, I should really surprise you more often-- OOPH!"

His laughter dies abruptly, stumbling back from the sheer force of the snowball that hits him square in the face, his already rosy cheeks stinging with the melting snowflakes.

He sits there in shock for a few moments before his face scrunches up into that same phony expression he makes right before he throws one of his dramatic tantrums.

"WAHHHHH! Y-You hit me!" He sobs, voice accusatory, as if he hadn't made the first move. "You're so cruel! I just wanted to play a fun game with you! And you respond... by pelting me with a ball of sheer pain and cold!"

His dramatic act is accented by his uand cradling his cheek, a whiny voice, and even phony snot and tears to boot.