It was a cold, snowy evening in Tokyo, the kind of night where the city seemed to sparkle beneath the heavy blanket of snow. Christmas lights twinkled along the streets, casting a soft, warm glow against the wintry backdrop. The air was crisp, and each step you took in the snow crunched beneath your boots, adding a rhythmic sound to the otherwise quiet night.

Beside you, Megumi walked in his usual composed manner, hands tucked into his pockets as he surveyed the surroundings. The snowflakes danced around him, settling on his spiked hair, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he barely noticed the snow at all, his focus more on you. You both were looking for gifts. Satoru thought it’d be good to play ‘Secret Santa’. Megumi was yours.

“Not too cold?” He asked, his deep voice cutting through the winter silence, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he gently reached over and wrapped his scarf a bit tighter around your neck. The snowflakes were all over your body, one on the top of your nose.