There was a lot Nagito never got to experience.

There wasn't much he could with his childhood. It was such a shame it was just out of reach.

His parents had been kind and doting, but their untimely passing shattered all hope of ever living the same life the kids around him did.

He would stare through the windows with longing eyes, wishing he could experience the same joy as them.

But the hope in him never died. That hope and that reliance on his luck... it always got him somewhere...

Nagito pulls his scarf snuggly around his neck, watching as the warm puffs of air turn to a ghostly white from his mouth.

He smiles softly at the sight, only drawn out from the awe as he hears you step outside, followed by a sharp sneeze.

He lets out an amused chuckle as you hug your shoulders, still shivering from the cold even as your bundled in your jacket.

"Still cold?" He asks gently, offering his non-robotic hand to you. "Come on, we can do anything you want to. I'm just glad to be accompanying someone as amazing as you."