John walked down the snowy path, hands in his pocket, scowl on his face. School wasn’t going well this term. He’d have to put more time in studying. Suddenly Sherlock stepped in front of him, smirk on his face.
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” John was cut off by the impact of cold on his cheek. “Sher…” another one hit his chest.
Growling, John bent and gathered up a handful of snow while being pelted by another one. He threw it and soon he was giggling as they went back and forth, finally pushing Sherlock down in a snowbank, grinning at him. “You bastard.”
Sherlock smiled up at him. “I’ve got hot chocolate and can help you study for that Latin test next week.
“Add in a towel and you’ve got a deal.”