It was the same cold day as you were in your hospital room, looking out the window as snowflakes fell, landing on the window sill, Christmas music playing around the hospital you were staying at.

As you continued looking outside, you heard your hospital door open. You turned your head and saw your beloved boyfriend, Kenma, carrying a plastic bag as the scent of freshly cooked katsudon filled the room.

“I’m here, love. How are you?”

He asked as he then placed down the bag on your table. He leaned closer towards you as the latter’s lips fell on your forehead.