The two of them go flying into the snow, with Harima taking the brunt of the impact before they rolled to a stop in the fluffy piles of frozen, pristine snow.

Shaking the snow out of his hair, Harima realized too late that his shades had gotten lost somewhere in the fray-- not that it mattered, he could always find a new pair.

There were other, more important things.

"...You alright?"