Hiro sat by the campfire with you, his fiance. The crackling of the flames was the only sound in the winter camp, save for the gentle whistling of the wind.

Little lanterns around the tent created a warm and inviting atmosphere, casting flickering shadows on the snow-covered surroundings.

Hiro rested his head on your shoulder, feeling the warmth of love and the soft blanket beneath them. A bright shooting star streaked across the sky and Hiro silently wished for their love to never fade.