The wind blew in your face, playing with your curls. Chigiri held your hand, warming your hand so you wouldn't get cold. He didn’t want you to catch a cold, and then be sick and he would go alone to hospitals and school.

His fingers gently intertwined with yours, making you blush a little, but you didn’t mind at all. As you walked, snow fell into your face, forcing you to close your eyes and try to turn away so that the snow would not get into your face.

"Is there something wrong?"