Cold Hands [Rivaille x Reader]

      "Cadet [Name]." You looked up to see the Corporal. You quickly put your hands up in a salute. 

      "Corporal!" You cried as you kept eye contact with him. He glanced down to look at your hands. Your hands were red, and it looked like they were about to have frostbite. He saw you shivering and noticed that your teeth were chattering slightly. Snowflakes were crowned upon your [h/c] hair and eyelashes. Rivaille quietly scoffed. 

      "Come with me cadet." You were shocked at what he was saying. You kept your shocked position for a while and this time he scoffed in annoyance. "Are you waiting for an invitation? Because I just gave you one." He stared at you with his dark eyes. You gulped nervously, and put your hands in your cloak. 

      "Y-yes sir!" You said as you followed him through the snow. You pulled your cloak closer to you, and Rivaille saw you do so in the corner of his eye. The base was still quite a ways from here and he removed his cloak and wrapped it around you. You looked up, shocked of the action. His expression was the same and he continued to walk forward. You pulled both the cloaks closer to you and your cheeks were red. 'Thank goodness Rivaille can't see my blush.' You thought to yourself as you covered up your cheeks. You both finally arrived at base, and you sighed at the warmth. You kept following Rivaille an eventually you reached his room. You walked through the doorway and saw that his room was immaculate. The cloaks were getting too warm for you, so you removed Rivailles and kept yours on. He was seated by his fireplace, legs gracefully crossed. He spoke to you without even looking. 

      "Are your hands cold, [Name]?" You took your hands out of your cloak. They were red, and looked almost purple. Your teeth were still chattering, and you nodded. 

      "Y-yes..." You quietly said. He stood up and walked over to you. He pulled out another chair in front of the fireplace and started a fire. You sat down on the chair across from his, and you put your hands up to the fire. Rivaille sat back down again and crossed his legs. He watched you as the fire reflected in you [e/c] eyes making them even brighter. Your hands didnt seem to be getting any better, and he grabbed your hands. You gasped at the sudden movement, and noticed that his hands were warmer than the fire. Your face turned red as he held your hands in his. 

      "Are they still cold [Name]?" You nodded slightly. He then brought your hands up to his mouth and blew his hot breath on them. He continue doing so, until your hands were finally the same temperature as his. "How about now?" You shook your head and he released your hands. He stared at the cackling fire and you did the same. Your face was tomato red as you stared at the fire. 

      'My face is probably hotter than that fire.' You thought to yourself as you chuckled quietly. Rivaille gave a questioning glance, but you just shook it off. 

      "Thanks, Corporal." You said as he turned his head to look at you. You gave him a cheerful smile and he uttered a small response. He turned his attention back to the fire and you both stared at it until you both fell asleep, dreaming about each other.