As the cold air enveloped you both and delicate snowflakes settled on your clothes, Satoru playfully hurled another snowball in your direction. Despite being a grown man, he reveled in the simple joys of December and Christmas, embracing his inner child. He was always the first to propose building a snowman, snow angels, or a lively snowball fight.

Now, as you lay in the snow, he laid over you, with his arms pinning you and planted a kiss on your forehead, "I win."