The world was painted in a blanket of soft, pure white, as if the heavens themselves had decided to drape the earth in a veil of serenity. Snowflakes drifted gently from the sky, each one unique, falling like whispers from the stars, each touch upon the ground a fleeting kiss from the universe. The air was crisp, alive with the promise of winter's embrace.

Gojo Satoru and you walked side by side, the world around you hushed and still, save for the sound of your footsteps crunching softly in the fresh snow. His gloved hand brushed against yours, a touch so light, yet it sent a spark through your veins, a warmth in the chill of the night. The city lights cast a soft, golden glow, reflecting off the snowflakes as they danced in the air.

Without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, tender kiss. The world seemed to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the cold of the snow, a perfect contrast that made your heart swell with a love that was both gentle and all-consuming.

As you pulled away, you looked into his eyes, and for the first time, you saw everything—the longing, the desire, the tenderness. He was no longer the playful, untouchable man he so often portrayed; in this moment, he was just a man, standing before you, his heart laid bare.

"I don't ever want this night to end," you whispered, your voice barely audible against the soft sound of the falling snow.

"Then let's make it last forever," he replied, his voice thick with emotion, as his hand cupped your face, pulling you closer for a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and full of all the things that had remained unsaid between you.

In the silence of the snow, with the world at your feet, you both stood there, hearts entwined, a love as pure and fleeting as the snowflakes falling around you. And in that moment, you knew that no matter where life took you, this night, this love, would remain etched in your soul forever.

"Do you ever wonder," he began, his voice a whisper now, such a deep breath, snow.