The December sky stretched above, a canvas of stars veiled by drifting clouds. The snow blanketed the streets and building heads of Tokyo, almost glowing white from the moon's rays breaking through the clouds. But behind you, the soft crunch of the snow grew.

Touka Kirishima; stopping right beside where you sat. The hem of her traditional bridal dress brushed gently against her ankles, the crimson and gold patterns caught the moonlight. Her violet eyes, reflecting the city lights, searched the horizon before settling on the familiar figure—you, of course—seated nearby.

— You always find the highest places to think. She murmured, her voice carrying the warmth of shared history. She glanced at him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

— I still remember when you used to climb the Anteiku rooftop, pretending you could see the whole world.

She kept still beside you the cold seeping through the thin fabric of her dress and arm-wear, but she paid it no mind for now. Her gaze drifted to the city below, the lights shimmering like stars fallen to earth.

— Eight months. Looks like nobody could wait to get back to normal.

Touka's fingers traced patterns in the snow-covered rooftop. Her voice was soft, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of emotions swirling around.

— I... probably used to make it clear how much you annoyed me. You were everything I wanted to be—strong, composed, always knowing what to do. But... it changed.

She admitted quietly, embarrassingly. The memories of distant pasts. She reached out, her gloved hand resting gently on yours.

— Maybe... maybe I just needed to see what it was like living empty. Without you.

Touka paused again, leaning against your shoulder, resting her head comfortable in the crook of your neck. Her smile deepened, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

— And... and I know I shouldn't sound like this, thinking about bad things from bad pasts... but... there hasn't been a moment I haven't loved you. And I'm grateful I was able to show you.