It was winter. Kuroh looked outside of the living room window, watching the snow fall down from the sky. He groaned, he hated cold weather. Kuroh closed the curtain and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing himself a warm cup of tea. His roommate, Yashiro came from his room, yawning. Kuroh smiled slightly.

"Morning, Shiro." Kuroh says, making another cup of tea for, Yashiro. He walked up to, Yashiro, handing him the cup.