It turns out it was a wonderful idea from the start to hang out with Tsuyu and go to a cafe to draw, play with some cats, and enjoy the cold evening of winter.   Tsuyu wrapped up with her scarf and coat; the snow stopped falling some time ago. You gently held her gloved hand while going to the cafe, a bag over your shoulder, the sketchbooks and pencils with a few other things inside it.   The lights lit up the darkening streets, the snow softly cracking under your feet, soft clouds of steam from your mouths coming out.   It was nice.   Approaching the cafe you entered and sat down with her, the kitties walking around sleepily, you sat there while deciding what you'd get. It was comfy here. Very comfy.   You glanced at Asui, who already had a little orange cat on her lap, gently petting it and rubbing it's head, her other hand holding her gloves.   It was something with something. There was just something so comfortable about it; you wanted to share the music, the drawings, the coffee cups, the atmosphere, and your feelings for each other.   The cafe was done in soft brownish and beige colors; it smelled like soft and fresh pastry, like coffee, someone's sweet notes of other visitors' perfumes. It just felt so nice...