In a night aglow with more lights than any day, where happiness bathes in varied hues, longing for someone whose existence remains in shadows. Fleeting moments, veiled by cruel loneliness.

Yet, amid the sea of lights, why do they shun your window? Alone in a room with an extended table, Christmas echoes a melancholic refrain.

Unaware, the door whispers open, revealing a crimson-haired figure, Chuuya, who murmurs, "How about a fleeting companionship? Will it lend solace to your solitude?"