It was shining back at you with its holy light like the Holy Grail itself. Its sweet aroma just inviting you to reach inside and take a bite. But you mustn't. But the growl of your stomach and the saliva in your mouth said otherwise.

The noise of the kettle screaming broke your trance, causing you to jump back into reality like a bucket of cold water being dumped on you at 3 in the morning, which happened when Mista and Narancia were running low on ideas on how to wake you up.

You accidentally stumbled upon a secret stash of candy in the cabinet while looking for a packet of powdered hot chocolate. The wall on one of the shelves popped out of place, and a few bars of chocolate fell into view, causing you to contemplate if you should steal a bar or not.

It was snowing pretty heavily outside with big snowflakes, and Ghiaccio texted you awhile ago and told you to get ready because he was cashing his favor in today. You had no clue what to throw on since he gave very little context on what to wear. You already had warm clothes on, so you didn't bother changing since you figured you would have a bit of fun in the snow before he showed up.

You quickly searched the cabinet before finding the packet you've been looking for in the first place and quickly pocketed it with a bar of chocolate. You messily shoved the rest of the sweets into their secret compartment before popping the cabinet wall back on and turning to walk over to the screeching pot of boiling water.

You quickly moved it off the burner and turned the stove off before pulling your favorite mug over. You looked at the mug and read the words out loud like it was a common routine you did every time you made a hot drink. "Skate fast and eat ass." You looked at the little rollerskate painted on it as the thick black letters covered the bottom.

You ripped the packet open before dumping its contents into the mug, causing the powder to fly up in a cloud of chocolatey sugar. You poured 1 part of water before sliding over to the fridge and grabbing the milk. You poured a decent bit of milk before sitting it down on the counter and stirring the hot drink.

"Now for the best part~!" You reached into your pocket and unwrapped the chocolate. You deeply inhaled its sweet scent before breaking off a few squares and dropping them in. You pocketed the rest, stirred, and took a big sip of the drink. It was hot and sweet on your tastebuds as you exited the kitchen. You didn't bother to put the milk back since you could hear Fugo yelling at Narancia as they both approached the kitchen.

You didn't bother to listen to their conversation as you fished around in your back pocket for your phone. You flipped the small device open and walked over to the garage before entering the nippy space.

The garage door was open, and you could smell cigarette smoke wafting towards you as you entered the cold room. You glanced over at Abbacchio as he watched the snowfall from the empty white sky you would call Earth's atmosphere.

You walked up to him and silently took a picture of your drink with the snowy background and sent it to Four Eyes. You were thankful you decided to keep in touch with her because the stories she told you were priceless. At least they were treating her well.

Funky: Guess who got snow.

Four Eyes: You've asked me this question 3 times today and I responded with the same damn thing... -_-

Funky: Which is~?

Four Eyes: For the love of- you?

Funky: Yeaaaaaaah B))

Four Eyes: I hope you choke on your drink

Funky: I hope you choke on a c-

You accidentally hit send when you heard Abbacchio snort from beside you.

"Are you reading my messages?" You interrogated the male as he cooly took a drag from his cigarette. He looked at you for a second as he puffed the smoke from his nose before blowing it out completely. "Yes."

You gave him the finger and pocketed the device. "Not cool, chief." You bumped him with your hip before taking a sip of your now-cool-beverage. You could hear him chuckle lightly before he bumped you back carefully, making sure you wouldn't spill your drink on yourself.

"Goddamn it, Narancia! I told you to buy groceries before it snowed!" You could hear Fugo's voice scream from within the walls of the house. You inched away from the goth before peaking into the house to see Fugo holding the carton of milk in his hand.

He pointed at the date and Narancia gave him a confused look. "What? I don't see anything wrong with it. Besides, I was too busy planning a snow fort with Mista!" He wrapped his arm around the gunslinger as he sketched something out on a sheet of paper.

You already knew Mista couldn't draw to save his life, so it was probably crap.

"It's fucking expired you shit-for-brains!" He was getting ready to assault the poor boy with the carton if Giorno didn't grab it from him to go throw it away.

You looked down at your drink and sniffed it before shrugging. "Probably won't kill me."

You chugged the drink and sat it down on the floor before watching the snow peacefully fall to the ground. "Want a cigarette?" Abbacchio shook the pack as he grabbed himself a new one and lit it with his dying bud. You shook your head and waved him off.

"My lungs are vital for my rollerskating legs. I gotta be able to skate a mile without having a stroke. Plus, I'm not a chain-smoker like you." He shrugged and pocketed the pack as the two of you stood there and watched the snowfall.

You stuck your hand in your pocket and fumbled with the candy's wrapper before peeling it back more to take a bite out of it. "Where did you get that?" You raised a brow and motioned to the chocolate as you answer with your mouth full, "The cabinet. found someone's stash."

He hummed for a second before taking another long drag of his cigarette. "If you found it in the cabinet's walls, then it's Bucciarati's. He hides sweets in there for when he craves them." You choked on the treat and coughed a few times before staring at the bar of candy. "You saw nothing." You quickly threw it into the snow and watched it disappear; it'll reappear when it all melts.

You didn't want to get murdered by a capo with chocolate cravings. You'll be lucky if Abbacchio doesn't say shit.

You eventually got bored and went to go look around in the tools before finding a very small wrench. "The hell would you guys need this for?!" You waved the hunk of metal in the air and laughed.

He shrugged and kept smoking as you idly walked back to your spot and tossed the wrench in your hand. You looked at it and tossed it into the snow, and watched it get devoured. You looked down at the snow and picked up a small clump before you began to eat it. "That's gross." You glared at him for a bit before grabbing more snow and forming a ball.

You took a bite before pretending to walk away and throwing it at his back. You heard him shout in surprise as he dropped his cigarette from shock. "You're asking for it, you little punk!" He picked up some fairly hard snow, and you gasped.

"No, that's an ice ball!" He threw it, and it made contact with your knee, causing you to buckle and fall in pain. You hissed in pain and clutched your knee; it was going to definitely bruise later.

"That's what you get for making me waste a cigarette." You glared at him before getting up and walking out into the snow. You looked for the small wrench shaped hole before picking up the cold piece of metal.

"If you can dodge a wrench, then you can dodge a ball, bitch!" He didn't have time to move as it made contact with his knee, causing him to fall in pain. You covered your mouth in shock, not expecting it to actually hit him. "I'm just going to go inside before you stain the snow red with me." You fast-walked by him and grabbed your mug before slipping indoors.

"Abbacchio got hit by a stray wrench! Someone should go help him." You walked out of the room quickly before anyone could question what happened.

You looked around your room for your warmer clothes and grabbed anything and everything that you could use on your mystery hangout with Ghiaccio. ranging from ice skates to cassette tapes you would need in case you needed to help him beat someone's ass. Even though he would definitely win the fight without your help, but where would be the fun in that?

You got a notification from the man himself saying he was outside your house.

You were about to open your door and go through the front door before you heard Abbacchio's shouts from the living room. You reconsidered your choices and quickly wrote a quick note on where you were before going out your window. You fell into the bushes and made a lot of noise as you scrambled out of it and sprinted towards the car.

"(Y/n)! Come back here, you bitch!" You could hear Abbacchio's angry shouts from the front door as you quickly slid into the passenger seat and threw your stuff into the back.

"No!" You quickly changed your tone when you noticed how angry he was. "Put some ice on it, and bye~!" You sang the last part before slamming the car door shut.

"What in the hell was that about?" Ghaccio grumbled as he drove away.

"He threw an ice ball at me, so I threw a small wrench at him." He gave you a confused look as he silently questioned your sanity before he started to laugh. "As long as it's those assholes getting hurt, then I don't care." You snorted and buckled yourself up for the soon-to-be long car ride.

You couldn't feel your legs or hear shit after the long rant Ghiaccio went on after a driver cut him off. You stumbled out of the car and looked at the giant pond in front of the two of you.

"If you're asking me to go swimming with you, then I'll let you know I didn't bring a bathing suit." You motioned to the number of items you brought other than a bathing suit. He glared at your sarcasm before scoffing. "We're not swimming, dumbass. We're skating." Like that, he stepped out of the car and slammed the door.

You basked in the car's warmth a little longer before reaching back and grabbing your skates. You quickly changed into them before stepping out of the car to watch Ghiaccio work his magic.

You were 90% sure this man was a figure skater before he became a hitman. No man had an ass like that without doing some form of physical activity. "Dammmmmn and I thought Mista was a big deal." You quietly whispered to yourself as he did a few laps and froze the lake. His stand only making a pair of ice skates instead of the full bodysuit.

There was also the fact he was good at skating; there was that too...

"Quit your gawking and hurry up!" You were snapped out of your trance and quickly shuffled towards the ice. "I wasn't gawking! I was trying to figure out if I remembered how to ice skate!" You justified your staring with a quick lie as you stepped out onto the ice.

You almost fell on your first push and summoned your stand to help keep yourself balanced. You could see Ghiaccio spinning and jumping around while you tried to get used to the new environment you suddenly threw yourself into.

You felt like he was silently showing off at this point and decided to ditch your stand and try to skate on your own. You skated towards Ghiaccio and slid to a stop with a neutral expression as you looked at him. "Good evening..."

"It's not even evening, you idiot!" He went on another rant, causing you to inch away before went to go try and skate on your own.

You eventually were able to get the hang of it as you did a few laps around the frozen lake. It was a lot different from roller skating, but you were pretty experienced with ice skating, thankfully.

You were gaining a bit of speed as you would turn around corners and zoom by Ghiaccio as he did his tricks.

Around your fifth lap, everything was blurred together as you started to slow down and enjoy the cold breeze on your face along with the occasional snowflakes that would fall.

You could see your stand doing his own tricks as he spun and kicked up ice shavings around himself. You snickered and almost didn't see Ghiaccio until you almost ran into him. You instinctively tried to stop and fell.

You yelped when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist before your ass could hit the ground. You grabbed onto the arms and looked up at your rescuer, and snorted at Ghiaccio's unamused expression. "Watch where you're skating, dumbass! You could've fallen and taken me out." He grumbled the last part as he helped you stand on your feet.

Your stand was silently dancing and staring at the two of you like a creeper. Your stand stopped staring after a few seconds to rummage around in his pockets for a tape. You could see him find a tape after a good minute and watched him pop it in his mouth.

"You better play something good, or I'm making you sit in the car!" You yelled at your stand and watched him childishly stomp his skates a few times.

"I can work with this." Before you can question Ghiaccio and what he meant, he took your hand and started pulling you towards him as he started to skate backward.

You instinctively grabbed his other hand and softly smiled at him. You never had a skating partner whenever you went to the rink with your friends in winter, so this made you have a warm fuzzy feeling inside your gut from pure happiness.

He turned and eventually pulled you closer before spinning, kicking up ice in the process as you stuck one of your legs out and created a bigger circle around the small circle on the ice.

He suddenly stopped and helped you skate backward as he changed your position and pressed your back against his chest, so the two of you could skate to the side easier.

He grabbed your arms and lifted you in the air before sitting you back on the ground as he slid across the ice with one of his knees pressed against the frozen ground.

You did a couple of spins and gained momentum on your final spin as you pointed the skate into the ground and quickly spun. You eventually stuck your leg out to the side and let yourself slow down before bending your head and leg back to try and meet in the middle, giving you a bit more speed before it slowed back down.

You weren't the most flexible person, but you could do some impressive moves before getting winded and tired.

Your spinning slowed before you were back to skating across the ice, making small circles before finding Ghiaccios hands around your waist.

He led the dance as he skated the two of you to the side and leaned close to your ear before hissing a small command, "Don't let go of my hands." Before you could ask why he bent his knees while spinning and pulled you down with him. He pushed you out and started to pick up speed as your legs flew out and lightly grazed the ice below you. You ended up crossing your legs and pushing your skates into the ground so you would graze the ice.

He stood back up and you were able to get on your skates easier as he guided you.

You looked up at the taller male as you continued to skate and lightly flushed at his appearance. His hair had snow tangled in its curls as he seemed engrossed in the dance to even care about the snow sticking to his hair and glasses. You let out a breathy laugh and instinctively reached up to shake the snow out of his hair. Like all good things, they must come to an end- but in your case, it would be more like an abrupt stop.

"(Y/n)!" You tripped over your own skates and almost fell if Ghiaccio wasn't holding onto you.

You made a noise of confusion and looked back at the car to see your team piling out of the van with a couple of vehicles pulling up next to them.

"Yo! Are we late to the party?!" You saw Formaggio's head pop out of one of the car's windows with a toothy grin.

You could feel Ghiaccio's whole mood shift from behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know he was red-faced and pissed off at his team and most likely your team too.

"So- uhhhhhhhh- how did you guys find us?!" You yelled as you skated towards the group of people. Fugo pulled out his phone and motioned to it. "You have a tracker on your phone, remember?" You let out a satisfied hum and looked back at Ghiaccio as he left the frozen pond to go yell at his teammates.

"So... do you guys have skates?"

It was a shitshow to watch a bunch of people with zero experience trying to skate. You and Ghiaccio were dodging the flying limbs of your team as they struggled to even stand up. And those who could stand up and not fall didn't skate far before almost falling.

It was mostly just people shouting and cussing with the occasional 'I did it!' before you would hear someone fall.

You could see Mista struggling onto his feet before flailing his arms around to keep his balance. "It's not that hard guys! Just fucking balance!" You skated over to Mista and let him support himself against you as you slowly started to move across the lake.

"That's easier said than done!" You could hear Fugo's strained voice as he struggled to move across the ice. This was definitely going to be a long time in the cold before anyone could even move across the ice without falling.

It took about an hour before no one was falling constantly and they could go across the ice without face planting into the frozen liquid. Sometimes you would see someone occasionally fall and get laughed at before almost breaking out into a fight.

"Drama queens..." You rolled your eyes at Illuso and Formaggio fighting on the ground as Pesci tried to break the two up, which was a mistake on his part because he fell. It was a delayed reaction, but Illuso shot you a glare. "The fuck did you say?!"

You gave him a hard glare and snickered when he back down immediately. In reality, Risotto was pretty close behind you and glaring at the man and silently daring him to repeat what he said before skating away.

"Oi, (Y/n)!" You turned your head at the sound of Mista's voice and skated over to the struggling male. You let him rest his weight onto your shoulder as you skated him around. "What's up?" He motioned to Abbacchio and snickered as you silently watched him struggle to keep his balance at certain times.

"How much do you want to bet he'll eat shit?"

"I bet he'll eat shit and end up blaming someone for it." You replied casually just as the male fell.

He yelled something at Narancia as the younger boy passed him with a confused expression. "You're a fucking witch. How the hell do you always predict this shit?!" Mista threw his arms up and clumsily skated away.

"I'm not a fucking witch... I'm a bitch." You looked around before skating towards Abbacchio, who was chilling on the ground while everyone skated around him.

"Do want some help?" He turned his face to the side and glared at you for a moment before burying it back into the ice. "No..." You raised a brow and squatted next to him. "Are ya sure? I mean... this would be a great opportunity to pull me on the ground or trip me." You went on to list a few more ways he could get the petty revenge that he still had pent up inside him from earlier.