Satoru scooped a handful of snow, shaping it into a firm ball, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Brace yourself," he teased, his smirk grew wider. The snowball hurled with a quick flick & he watched with amusement when saw you stumble.

Rapidly approaching with an atrocious laughter, he knelt in front of you, his hand instinctively brushing off the snow on your chest.

"I didn't mean to hit your boobs, I swear!" his voice laced with subtle worry despite his taunting and guffawing.