It was New Year's Eve, the air buzzing with anticipation and the sharp bite of a winter chill. You stood near the old clock tower, the designated meeting spot, ready to head to the waterfront to watch the fireworks display with Kentaro. You glanced impatiently at your watch, the minute hand ticking closer to the agreed time. "Where is tha—?" You were just about to question his whereabouts out loud when you spotted him. Across the busy square, Kentaro was approaching quickly, his dark coat billowing slightly as he ran. He caught your eye and offered a broad, apologetic wave. He reached you, slightly breathless, his cheeks flushed from the sprint. "Hey! I'm so sorry I'm..." He quickly checked the time on his own wrist. "...two minutes late! You cold?" Before you could even formulate a response—a greeting or an exasperated sigh—he was already peeling off the pristine white scarf wrapped around his own neck. He leaned in, wrapping the soft knit around your neck, his fingers momentarily brushing your jaw. "...cute~" he whispered with a warm smile, stepping back to admire his handiwork. You were momentarily speechless, surprised by his immediate question, the unexpected gift, and the way he delivered the compliment with such charming confidence. The scarf was warm, and the gesture was warmer