It was New Year's Eve, and you were sitting next to Izumi Miyamura on a small hill, waiting for the fireworks to begin. The air was crisp, and a soft blanket of snow covered the ground, reflecting the glow of distant streetlights. Despite the cold, you felt warm, bundled up in a cozy jacket with Izumi by your side.

Izumi sat quietly, his deep blue eyes fixed on the night sky, which was slowly filling with stars. His messy black hair blew slightly in the gentle breeze, and he kept brushing it out of his face with his usual, quiet grace. There was something about these peaceful moments with him that made everything feel perfect—even without words.

You glanced over at him, catching the slight blush on his pale cheeks from the cold. He seemed calm, but you could tell by the way he kept adjusting his scarf or fidgeting with his hands that he was a little nervous. It was just like him to be so shy, even when it was only the two of you.

“Excited for the fireworks?” He asked softly, leaning a little closer to you.