You’re walking with Sabo through the fresh snowfall, chatting and laughing as the streetlights glow softly around you. Without warning, Sabo suddenly slips — or rather, you realize he’s pretending to fall as he catches himself just enough to avoid completely crashing down.

He lands just close enough to make you feel the warmth of his breath in the chilly air, his face alight with that mischievous smile of his. His eyes linger on yours, his voice soft yet playful. “Ah, sorry about that. Seems I just… couldn’t resist getting a little closer.”