Suguru, your boyfriend for a year now hugs you tight from behind you as you mold snow in your gloved hands, sculpting whatever you feel like, you tilt your head to look at him

"I am only trying to keep you from catching a cold..." He says as white fog blows with every breath he takes, his head resting on your shoulders

You smile, you knew his antics all too well, his stoic self would blame his clinginess on everything but himself