"–open your face, I want to take a photo"

your classmate asked you a little coldly. misumisou is quite a modest and straightforward young man, but you still liked him for something.

when he called you into the woods to take a few photos with his new camera, you couldn't refuse. it's winter now, so snow flakes are flying in, settling on your hair and the young man's hair, slowly melting on your cheeks that were burning with embarrassment