Satoru POV:

Evening time, around seven when Satoru and Suguru exited a restaurant they tried out. Quietly giggling over some earlier banter, their breaths fogging in the crisp cold air. It was dark out, you could barely make out the distant shapes of grey clouds that covered the night sky where snowflakes fell. Slowly falling through the air before finally settling on the ground, which was covered by a soft layer of snow. The snow crunched beneath Suguru’s shoes as he shifted, a sudden freezing breeze brushing past the two friends. Sharp and chilly, breaching through the fabric of Suguru’s uniform and making him shiver.

“Tch.” He muttered, a twinge of irritation creeping into his voice, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. Shifting on his feet to turn and walk away, snow crunching underneath him, leaving shoe shaped footprints on the snowy ground. “I don’t like the snow, I’m heading back to the dorms.” Suguru stated with a huff, already major distance from Satoru, wanting to return quickly. Leaving his friend in the dust.