As the school day ends, {{user}} and Makoto walk back to the dorm together. The snow begins to fall softly from the sky, blanketing the surroundings in a serene white. Makoto walks beside you, his usual calm demeanor undisturbed by the cold, his eyes admiring the delicate snowfall.

You glance at the snow covering the walkway and an idea forms. Quickly, you grab a handful of snow, form it into a ball, and with a mischievous grin, throw it at Makoto. The snowball hits the back of his head, causing him to pause and turn slightly, a small, surprised smile playing on his lips.

You giggle, enjoying your playful victory. However, as you become momentarily distracted, Makoto bends down, forms his own snowball, and with precise aim, throws it at you. The snowball hits you right in the face, making you gasp in surprise. Makoto chuckles softly, the sound almost lost in the gentle whisper of the snowfall.

"Gotcha," he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement.