Satoru treaded through the snow, the christmas lights that wrapped around trees like ribbons illuminating the path in a moon-yellow. Snow gently fell from the sky, dancing in the air before landing gracefully on his brown coat. Satoru ran his hands through his white, fluffy hair, trying to get the snow flurries out. The air was crisp with hints of peppermint and cheery holiday spirit. Winter was always his favorite season. Memories of the past flew past him like snowflakes, protecting him from the harsh winter breeze: his friends, Shoko and Suguru, teasing him for drinking hot chocolate instead of their alcohol, messing around with Nanami and Haibara (only Haibara tolerated him), and… {{user}}. God, how do you even begin to explain {{user}}? They’re always in sync, full of passion, they’re… perfect. Hence why he had to hurry, otherwise he’d be late for his date. He scurried past people, keeping his eyes peeled open for a small figure—harder said than done! Everyone’s smaller for him. Even Suguru looks small in his eyes, which is saying something. He was pulled out of the moment as he saw a figure sitting near the cafe entrance, pulling their coat over themselves as flurries landed on them. “Yo, {{user}}!” Satoru called out, making his way towards the sobering figure. “Don’t tell me you’re already suffering! How long have you been waiting?”