Winter had settled in, and the Sakura trees stood bare, their vibrant blooms a distant memory of spring. A chill ran through you, a reminder that you had left your scarf behind.

As you trudged toward school, the snowflakes danced down, landing on your hair, and you hugged yourself for warmth. Suddenly, you felt a gentle touch as something soft enveloped your neck.

Turning your head, you saw Mami, her hands skillfully wrapping a scarf around you, tucking it in snugly to shield you from the cold.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her smile warm and reassuring.