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It was a cold December night, the air outside stilted as the first snow of the season was likely to fall soon. Even knowing this, Tamaki Amajiki couldn’t bring himself to go inside; keeping to himself on a park bench four blocks away from the apartment he shared with his boyfriend, Mirio Togata. They had fought for the first time earlier that night and couldn’t bring themselves to face each other in the aftermath.
A shiver went down Tamaki’s spine as he sat in a thin jacket. It was the only thing he managed to grab on his run out the door, which he deeply regretted, but he was stubborn and refused to move a muscle away from his spot. Tears welled in his eyes and rapidly fell down his features as he pulled his hood over his face with one hand as the other sat in a white cast on his lap.
Ah, his arm, the cause of the fight in the first place. Tamaki had been on a standard patrol when he was suddenly confronted by a villain with a strength-enhanced quirk who had thrown him half a mile down the street, thus decommissioning him from work for a few weeks. Truthfully, Tamaki felt like Mirio had overreacted about it, but that didn’t change the fact that hurtful things were exchanged in the fight and Tamaki had run out mid-argument.
Tamaki tried his best to calm down, knowing that he’d probably have to go home and face Mirio at some point. A shaky sigh escaped his chapped lips as he looked down at his arm. Today had to have been the worst day of his life and he didn’t know what to do or think about it. He loved Mirio so much and he was so terrified that this fight would end it all. Before he knew it, tears were beginning to well up again.
The raven haired man could feel the temperature drop again as he lamented on the bench. Fears of freezing to death out there seeped in, but for some reason, he couldn’t find the motivation or energy to get up. Opting to glance out in front of him as his tears started to slow. Though, it was partially due to the fact that he had no more tears left to leak. Quietly, he wiped his face as he stared at his arm, a sad expression never faltering from his features.
After sitting there for a few more moments, Tamaki felt something wet land on his hand. When he looked up he could see the start of the first snow. He stood up from the bench, looking up in awe as snow started to slowly trickle down and collect on the ground under him. In the moment it was as if nothing in the word was wrong and he reveled in the peace.
Back at their apartment, Mirio sat on the couch in the living room. His head laid in his hands as he started to think about what had just taken place in their home. Truthfully, he was just concerned for boyfriend. He wanted him to be more careful at work, but things didn’t come out right and they ended up fighting. Guilt radiated off the blonde as he sat there wordlessly, near unmoving except for his deep breaths.
When he finally did shift on the couch, it stirred the complete silence of the room with a creak. It was almost painful to feel how empty their place was and regret washed over Mirio as he glanced out the window. He’d never seen Tamaki that upset before and it was something he didn’t know how to initially take in. Part of him was still angry about the fight, but the other part of him was incredibly worried about his boyfriend.
After sitting for a while longer and thinking about what happened, he came to terms with the fact that he was a little too hard on Tamaki, which only lead to him feeling more guilty about the situation. A soft and saddened sigh escaped from the blonde’s lips. He didn’t know what to do about it anymore; his biggest fear would be that he’d lose his boyfriend over this and he loved Tamaki to death.
Mirio’s attention remained on the window, staring out as he watched the wind move the trees ever so slightly. The thought of where Tamaki had gone remained heavy on his mind, and knowing that the temperature was dropping by the minute had him hoping that he was inside somewhere, but part of him knew he was probably sitting outside on a bench in the park.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Mirio leaned back into the couch. A deep exhale escaped as he continued to look on out the window, a small feeling of dread remained ingrained in his head. A small snowflake found its way to cling to the window; it was only barely noticeable, but Mirio caught it. Soon enough a small flurry of them began dancing their way down to collect on the chilled ground.
Mirio rose from his spot on the couch as he watched the snow start to slowly fall. A sense of urgency washed over him as he grabbed his jacket and the blanket, rushing out the door as if his life depended on it. He sped up the street to the park just a few blocks from their apartment building, as the snow kept catching on the ground. He felt a fool for not running out sooner.
He found himself running to the park bench him and Tamaki had their first date on out of instinct. Once there he found Tamaki standing there looking up at the sky, and a warm feeling washed across him as he watched his boyfriend look out in peace. It was if nothing ever happened, but he knew better than to think that.
Tamaki heard the rustle on the ground behind him; looking back he saw that it was Mirio. He offered a pained look before turning away from the blond, hiding in his hoodie once again.
That didn’t stop Mirio from slowly making his way to stand next to Tamaki and draping the blanket around him. They stood there silently for a while, watching the snow before Mirio finally spoke up.
“I’m sorry, Tamaki.” Mirio murmured softly, glancing over to Tamaki. Tamaki remained quiet for a while, unmoving from his current position. A ping of guilt flamed in Mirio’s heart, not knowing what else to say to his boyfriend who was clearly still hurt from earlier, which he didn’t blame him for. The moment of silence continued, the air’s tension could easily be cut.
When Tamaki finally moved it was slow and calculated. Tamaki couldn’t find the words he wanted to say to Mirio, but he knew at the end of it, it was both of their faults. He moved to stand in front of him, his gaze remained at the ground as he leaned his head against his boyfriend’s chest wordlessly. Navy orbs closed into the warmth of the other, something he deeply missed in the last few hours.
Mirio wrapped his arms around Tamaki, pulling him into a warm embrace. “I mean it… I’m sorry…” He tightened his grip around the man in his arms a little in a way to say he meant every word of it. His breath fogged into the air as Mirio exhaled, remaining in the cold silence, snow starting to collect on the two of them.
Tamaki remained quiet. He wrapped his un-casted arm around Mirio, squeezing the man close to him. A shaky sigh escaped his chapped lips, “I’m sorry…too.” He whispered , barely audible as new tears formed on his already stained cheeks. “I… shouldn’t have run out… I’m so sorry Mirio.” He let out a small hiccup, burying his face further into Mirio’s chest.
“No, please, Tamaki. You had every right to run out. I should have been more careful with what I said… It won’t… It won’t happen again. I swear!” Mirio responded tenderly. He rubbed calming circles into Tamaki’s back, bending down a bit to place a kiss on the top of his head. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Tamaki responded, his head lifting to look up at Mirio. He moved the hand from his back to rub the tears out of his eyes, constantly staring into Mirio’s eyes with a small smile on his face. He was glad they were able to make up, but he didn’t know what he would do if they fought like this again.
Mirio brought his hand to Tamaki’s chin, lifting his head a little more to dive in for a small kiss under the first snow of winter. After a few moments, he parted away from the man in his arms, “How about we go home and get warm?” He asked, a big grin plastered on his face.
Tamaki nodded his head in agreement. Hand in hand they slowly walked home, enjoying each other’s company while they watched the snowfall, smiles never faltering from their features.