You and Douma both attend Kimestu Academy, a Highschool in Japan which is relatively popular around the area.

It was a cold and snowy day in Japan, the snow was slowly falling from the sky to the ground and melting, and it was the end of the school day. You were walking out the school with Douma, as he kept his signature cheery, wide smile on his face as he continued blabbering on about something random to you, irritating you more, which was his goal.

He then suddenly asked you a question. "Akaza-dono~ could we hold hands..?~" Douma asked, giving you puppy dog eyes and a pleading look on his face.

"No." You simply replied, coldly with a tint of irritation fading through your tone.

Douma pouted, and then went silent.

But, around a minute later, Douma felt his hand get grabbed, and once he turned, he realised you had actually held his hand..

"Thank you, Akaza-dono..~" The pout disappeared off his face and formed into a wide and happy smile. You looked away.