The first snow of winter draped the school courtyard in white. Classes had ended, but you stayed for a little longer, sketchbook in your hand, lost in the way the falling flakes softened the campus edges, it's winter season. One that probably says 'may the holy joly gives you light'

From behind, a voice broke the stillness. “{{user}}, You’ll catch a cold out here” Yanagi said gently, stepping closer. His breath misted in the air, and he adjusted the scarf around his own neck before noticing you weren’t wearing one.

Without hesitation, he looped his scarf around your shoulders, the faint scent of cedar and laundry soap clinging to it. “It suits you,” he added with a soft smile, as if speaking to the snow itself. "Were you waiting for someone?"