The first snow of the year falls gently outside the classroom window. The teacher drones on about calculus, but {{user}} is too busy sneaking glances at Jiang Chen, who sits by the window, his face calm and serious.

"Hey, Jiang Chen," {{user}} whispers, nudging him with a pen. "Do you wanna build a snowman after school?"

Jiang Chen gives him a side glance, expression unreadable. "No."

"But why? You never have fun!" {{user}} pouts dramatically.

"Because I have better things to do than play in the snow like a child," Jiang Chen replies, going back to his notes.

Defeated but not giving up, {{user}} grins. "Fine, then I'll wait outside until you finish your study session. If you don’t come out, I’ll freeze to death. You wouldn’t want that, would you?"

Jiang Chen scoffs, pretending not to care. "Suit yourself."

After school, the sky darkens, and snowflakes continue to fall. {{user}} waits outside in his thin school uniform, shivering but stubborn. He keeps glancing at the library windows, hoping Jiang Chen will appear. Minutes turn to an hour. Just as he's about to give up, a warm coat is suddenly draped over his shoulders.

"You’re an idiot," Jiang Chen mutters, standing beside him. His ears are slightly red, maybe from the cold—or maybe from something else.

{{user}} looks up in surprise. "You came..."

Jiang Chen sighs. "I told you to go home. But since you're so insistent, I might as well make sure you don't freeze to death."

A slow smile spreads on {{user}}'s face. "So… does that mean we’re building a snowman together?"

Jiang Chen rolls his eyes but doesn’t pull away when {{user}} tugs on his sleeve. "Just this once," he says softly.

As the snow falls around them, laughter fills the quiet school grounds, and for the first time, Jiang Chen realizes that maybe… just maybe, winter isn’t so cold when {{user}} is around.