Can you do Kenny Omega 4 please?
You didn’t think you’d ever be able to get used to how cold it got in Winnipeg. It was at least -25 degrees Celsius and standing outside for too long made your bones ache from the cold. How Kenny grew up in this sort of climate, you would never understand.
This was the second year now that you had spent Christmas in the city with his family and even though you had spent the money on a “real” winter coat, you were still freezing. You had been helping his mom cook and prepare food all day, but had now run out of a litany of ingredients needed for dessert. This saw you dragging Kenny off the couch to drive to the nearby supermarket.
It was barely dusk when you opened the door to leave and you could immediately feel the cold wind stinging your face. You let out a cry of pain as Kenny chuckled behind you, locking the door. You ran to the car and called for him to unlock it, but you knew he liked to see you suffer in the cold.
“Why is your hometown so God damn cold?!” you complained as you shuffled into the passenger’s seat.
“It’s not that bad,” he chuckled. “You should be in town when it hits the -40s. I’d like to see you in that,” he winked.
You eyes bulged out of your head as he started the car. “No. Fucking. Way. Don’t even think about it.”
The drive to the supermarket only lasted about five minutes – not long enough for you to warm up, even though the heat was on full blast. Kenny let you out at the front entrance so you could warm up inside while he parked. Grabbing a cart and making your way in, you blew into your hands and rubbed them together quickly to try and generate some heat. You knew you looked pathetic, but you were freezing.
Your body was still shivering when you started to bag some apples. You saw Kenny walk towards you, his parka unzipped. “How the fuck is your jacket unzipped right now?” you asked him as you tied the bag and threw it in your cart.
“What do you mean?”
“My blood is literally about to freeze and you’re walking around with an unzipped parka!”
He shrugged his shoulders. “It was hot in the car.”
You glared at him. “It was most definitely not hot in the car.”
“Let me rephrase that,” he smirked. “It was hot in the car for a Winnipegger.”
You rolled your eyes at him. “Can you just go pick up a head of cauliflower please?”
Almost ten minutes later, walking up and down the aisles of the store with Kenny, you were still shivering underneath your coat. When Kenny had brought the head of cauliflower, he’d tossed it into the cart along with his jacket. You couldn’t believe he was warm already. Maybe you were weak. Maybe you weren’t cut out for Winnipeg winters.
“Are you seriously still cold?” he asked you. You nodded your head. A few people had passed you and had looked at you weird. “Alright, come here.”
Before you could ask any more questions, Kenny engulfed you in a strong hug. His body heat was practically radiating off of him. “Mmm…you’re warm,” you mumbled.
“What are you, like a polar bear or something?”
He chuckled as he kissed the crown of your head. “I store all my heat in my hair.”