It was a calm winter morning, a slight breeze in the air along made it all the more chillier. The streets empty due to the chill in the air. You and Chuuya were out on a coffee run, much to his dismay.

He yawned and stretched his arms while walking beside you. He was drowsy, barely awake.

“We could’ve just stayed ordered house— then we wouldn’t have to deal with the cold-”

His words were cut off by the distant cries of a baby, coming from a box in a nearby alleyway. He stopped in his tracks and grabbed your wrist, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide.