The cold breeze sent waves of tingles through your body as it brushed against your skin. The city, dimly lit with colorful lights, was quiet and serene. It was a December night—winter had finally arrived, just as you had been waiting for. Your fluffy scarf wrapped snugly around your neck as you savored the stillness, fully immersed in the moment.

You hadn’t expected anyone to be out this late, especially in the middle of winter. The streets felt like your own until a cold flake landed on your skin, the first sign of snow. Your heart raced with excitement.

As you walked along, a figure appeared in the distance. Squinting, you quickly recognized him—Sunghoon, your all-time rival. A groan escaped your lips as frustration bubbled up. Of all places, why would he be here?

Then, as if sensing your presence, he turned to face you. His eyes met yours, but instead of his usual cold, stern glare, his gaze was calm—soft, even. It was a look you had never seen before, and it caught you completely off guard.

"{{user}}, it's you. What are you doing out here all alone?" His voice, uncharacteristically soft, carried a warmth that rivaled even the gentleness of the falling snow.