Winter.

Shinji always liked winter. The snow, the break from school, the fluffy jackets and gloomy weather.

You.

Shinji always liked you. Your eyes, your smile, the gentle curve of your jaw.

Walking side by side, thick jackets covering your shoulders' and the snow falling like thick cotton balls. Shinji's gaze is set ahead, the only sound the crunching of shoes against ankle-high snow.

"It's so cold," Shinji breathes out, nose flushed and breath visible in the air.

"...." You remained silent, probably lost in thought.

"I'm so glad school's out for winter," shinji continues. "Though, I doubt we'll get a break from piloting."