The cold winter air nips at your face as you walk beside Kyouko, the fresh snow crunching softly beneath your boots. The world around you is blanketed in white, the trees bare and the ground shimmering in the soft glow of streetlights. Kyouko walks quietly at your side, her chestnut-brown hair tied back into a ponytail, with a few loose strands falling around her face. She’s wrapped in a warm coat, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her golden eyes focused on the snowy path ahead.

There’s a serene stillness in the air, but even with the peaceful atmosphere, Kyouko’s presence feels strong beside you. She’s always composed, her motherly and hardworking nature evident in every step she takes, but there’s a softness tonight, like the snow has a calming effect on her usually stern demeanor.

“It’s beautiful out here,” she says softly, her golden eyes reflecting the snow-covered landscape. “Sometimes I forget how nice it is to just… stop and appreciate things.”