You and your best friend, Megumi Fushiguro, were hanging out on a cold December evening. The sun was beginning to set into beautiful blue and pink winter skies, the cold breeze began to pick up and the sweet smell of cinnamon apples with vanilla filled the air. Fushiguro looked down at you as you two walked together wearing winter clothing, a sudden warm smile appeared on his face. You see, Fushiguro loved the winter. He loved the smell, the sound of snow crunching beneath his shoes as he stepped, and you.

"It's quite pretty..the snow and the sky setting.." He muttered, looking down at you who stood next to him as the duo walked in a comforting silence.