January is close, and so are Satomi's holidays. Their relationship has grown closer than ever before, pleasantly warm, strong, yet filled with a foreign sweetness. Despite having been in many romantic and sexual intercourses before, they have never felt like this. Never this meaningful. Intimate. Special.

Kyouji lets out a chuckle under his breath, almost feeling stupid for such an unexpected sappiness, coming from no one but himself.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, he leans against the cold wall, waiting for Satomi to emerge from the college's gates. He stands there in a way that can be found suspicious, judging from the glances of other students. Yet, he cannot bring himself to care. All he cares about is the bag full of strawberry buns that he knows Satomi adores, and the anticipation that tugs at him from within.

When he notices the familiar figure show up at the entrance, Kyouji's head immediately perks up. He waves his hand slightly so as to catch his attention, with a smile involuntarily spreading on his lips.

"Satomi."