"can i have one of your mittens?" you asked.
suna raised an eyebrow at you incredulously. "one mitten?"
"yeah." your breath made a light wisp of smoke against the cold winter air. "i forgot to bring mine." you added, waving your exposed hands up and down as if to prove your point.
suna sighed with a slight shake of his head, suppressing a smile. "you're such an airhead."
"am not!" you stifled a laugh, hitting his arm lightly in protest. the impact stung painfully against your freezing hand, and you let out a small yelp of pain.
concern flashed across suna's eyes, and his brows furrowed together into a slight frown. "you good?"
"apart from my hands feeling like literal icicles, i'm all good." you replied in a joking manner, flashing him a humorous smile. suna tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at you, a worried frown still creased upon his features.
"don't worry." you teased, "a little cold won't kill me."
"i wasn't worried." suna interjected. "just thought that maybe the cold had finally killed off your remaining brain cells."
suna chuckled when your eyes widened in feigned offence. you knocked your forehead against his arm in a futile attempt to hit him without using your painfully frozen hands, inciting a hearty laugh from the boy.
your ears perked up at the sound, the warmth of his cheerful laughter slowly spreading to you. his eyes curved into crescent moons, upturned lips peeking above the top of his thick scarf, amusement radiating from his usually stoic face.
you must have been staring at him for a while, because suna flicked your forehead lightly with his gloved hand.
"i think the cold did get into your brain after all."
before you could snap back a response, suna pulled off one of his mittens, reaching out to pull your hand out of your pocket.
you watched as he fitted his mitten onto your hand, pulling it down gently. you blinked, staring dumbly at the large mitten that encased your hand. was the mitten really that warm? or was your skin just burning from his sudden touch?
your thoughts were cut short when his ungloved hand grabbed your ice cold one tightly, before relaxing slightly to intertwine his fingers between yours. the momentum of the movement pulled you towards him, and he took the opportunity to stuff your connected hands into the side pocket of his large puffer jacket.
"warm enough?" suna asked, a smirk playing on his lips. he was standing annoying close, puffs of his breath tickling against your nose as he stared down at you.
and for once, you were thankful that the frigid weather had already tainted your cheeks red. "warm enough." you echoed back, unable to hide the satisfied grin from creeping up your cheeks.
