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Christmas had descended upon the university, bringing with it the usual trimmings: Secret Santa gift exchanges, festive feasts, and candy scattered about. But amidst all the cheer, one thing filled you with dread: snowball fights. For some inexplicable reason, you always seemed to become a target, and the thought of ending up on the receiving end of a frozen onslaught was not exactly how you wanted to spend your holiday.

So, you'd devised a plan to avoid this fate. You'd started shadowing Chuuya, a classmate with whom you had a love-hate relationship. While you weren't exactly friends, your mutual annoyance with each other was enough to make this arrangement work. The key benefit was that people tended to steer clear of messing with Chuuya, and by extension, you.

As you trailed behind him, Chuuya suddenly spun around, his eyes narrowing. "The hell are you following me for?" he demanded, his voice tinged with irritation. "It's literally Christmas. Don't you have, like, a life or something?" He raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.