When your boyfriend found out this winter would be your first in the snow, he almost couldn't believe it. Sure, Tokyo wasn't the coldest city in Japan, but with how long the two of you have lived there it seemed inevitable. Even if his family didn't take him on their elaborate winter trips when he was young, he imagined he'd have been met with the stuff eventually.

Satoru struggles to visualize the type of place you must’ve grown up to be deprived of something so simple. A cold and windy city with nothing to show for it, or even stranger— sunshine and warmth in the depth of the winter. Weird. It all sounded so unnatural to him.

So when the first flurries start falling, his number one objective is to make the experience that much more special. When you're doing things the Satoru way, you should already expect to be catered to. That means being tucked into one of his sweaters, cuddled up underneath the blankets of your bed with the windows drawn open to watch the way the snow floats down lazily from the sky.

The cold you'd otherwise feel is warded off by the man currently curled around you, a warm cup of hot chocolate sitting on the nightstand with billowing smoke coming out the top. It'd be a nice gesture if the body next to yours didn't refuse to let you go long enough to get a meaningful sip.

On the door hangs the outfits that he had preemptively bought for the day. Two snowsuits, fur-lined and expensive, paired with earmuffs to keep the heat from nipping. Before you can fully crane your head to take them in again, hands are already wrapping around your neck to pull you back in.

“Not yet..." Satoru murmurs sleepily, tucking himself in your chest. "Few more minutes. Promise you won't miss out.”